I am angry
(that I love you,
that you don't love me
that these brownies are too sticky)
And that's
what I finally yell about.
You wrap an arm
around my shoulders
and
against reason
I melt.
I feel better.
My head rebels against this
But my heart sings
tells my body to relax and
(you walk away,
careless
fancy-free)
sink into your
absence.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 1:38 AM UTC
I am angry
(that I love you,
that you don't love me
that these brownies are too sticky)
And that's
what I finally yell about.
You wrap an arm
around my shoulders
and
against reason
I melt.
I feel better.
My head rebels against this
But my heart sings
tells my body to relax and
(you walk away,
careless
fancy-free)
sink into your
absence.