definitely not a love poem
| January 3rd, 2009I know its not terribly
romantic To say this but
you’re the closed door
that I can handle
we’re the fucked up
I understand
you’re the one who keeps saying no
while i keep hearing yes
You’re the morning after
That comes attached with
Breakfast and sex
You’re well intended
After-words
You’re dreams that I sometimes have
But don’t bother interpreting
You’re a particular coded kind of
Flirting
You’re a number I keep deleting
But remember
You’re the phone call
I can’t help but pick up
You’re the book that I’ve read
That I keep re-reading
You’re the film I’ve
seen so many times
I can start at the middle
You’re best avoided
and yet You’re this idea
I’m constantly toying with
You’re a distraction
I’m better off Without
Like that woozy feeling
Of having drank too much
I’ve overdosed on obsessing over you
You’ve wasted my tme
i’ve complicated yours
You make me more
Hopeless than romantic
but what it comes down to is this
we’re the kind of fucked up
i understand.