She says, I love you
but what she really says is,
"tell me you love me."
My silence
does not sit well with her
Like Eve of Eden
she suddenly becomes aware
of her own nakedness,
fashioning clothes out of bedsheets
pulling them towards herself
with a hint of disdain.
I don't blame her,
her reaction is justified.
I have been in her place before.
I am drawn in by the dark designs of her curvature.
How she dances in the shadows of negative space like some wild thing.
She is enchanting.
I am enchanted.
My thoughts of her rise to the top,
like fizzy bubbles in my soda pop.
I asked Siri a question and she told me, " I don't know! Who the fuck I look like!? Google?"
Screams of the city,
after autumn rains,
fills my heart,
if only for a moment.
Do you ever think that if a dog sees a seal sunbathing on the rocky shore he would think, "Holy shit! A mermaid!"?
No one is beautiful,
Like she is beautiful.
This time, it's personal.
Title: All that you love will be carried away.
Artist: Local Idiot (self)
She's on my mind.
She got there through the ear canal.
She's in my heart.
I think she got there through the lungs.
My fat ass: *looks at the nutrition label*
"If you adjust calories for inflation, I'm actually under eating."