i remember that night i'd asked you if i was too much
if maybe i was crazy or hectic all at once
and you asked me why on earth would i bring that up
that angels didn't utter a word of second thought and the only solution was to throw him in the oven
i laughed as my heart scattered to my throat
his head was a maze covered in thicket (asking wasn't that simple) and even if it was—
would he understand that he'd live forever
so long as i remembered some resemblance of him—
i'm side tracked again and you pull me out of my orbit
circling around nonsense and wishful thinking
dreamer stop dreaming for a moment stop sleeping
too much—not over bearing—too like myself
too much to take in, that was what i told you!
and you said "how would i know for only he knows"
and i hated that answer
because i can't ask him questions without my mind running wild.
YOU ARE READING
Francis Forever
Poetry¥poems and writings by me for the oversharers, over thinkers, and hopeless romantics. 🎞oh write, honey, and i'll read for hours- cleo title from mitski song: Francis Forever
