shiny sequins ,
lidocaine,
or a decoy of you is what i need
to make like an arrow through a deer
to end this need;
you've become everything i want behind two nostalgia-inducing almond scented brown eyes,
nasty medicine it is when you tell me lies
of how you cannot see these eventual crows feet
and their pitter patter along side yours.
but i guess
being two lonely souls together will have to suffice.
YOU ARE READING
invi$ible macaroni
Poetrythis was probably my favorite food to eat when i was a child. so yeah. invisible macaroni.
