the morning after

"the universe"

i told the universe about you. i told her my only wish was you. we talked about your counterfeit bad boy demeanour. and i told her i don't know why, how, when or where it began. i don't why i chose you. i don't know. or maybe it wasn't you, maybe it was me. this is gonna take a while to explain.

i exclaimed i hate waiting. soon my hatred turned into frustration. and that frustration rolled around on my mind like a crunched up paper ball until it soon lost its control and fell off the desk. now it was anger. angry that you didn't make my phone vibrate. or no longer approached me in the hallway. for i have done so much, you treated me like a toy. the stars handed me a stop sign. but before i hesitate, you're a once in a blue moon. so i'll make you count. oh, this is where i went wrong.

i need to be free. these thoughts must be released. i'm prison in my own brain while you're the crime. there's a magnet in my palms, when your hands are around mine.