melting into my best friends stained futon
delaying making my brain hazy
the only clarity is I loved you all those years
i think my idea of marriage and life had you in itI still do
I think this is it
I'll end up loving you and waiting to melt into youevery summer night was only long for you
I went out only to see you
i kissed your friends because you didn't kiss me and then you did andnothing has been the same since
i love you with endless yellow summer, hazy autumn, bloody-knuckle winter and through the allergy laden springthe light is on in my fish crowded brain, waiting for you to come home to me tonight
YOU ARE READING
well, i'm fucked
Poetrypart three of my depressed rant poems even though part two is taken down