I laid low today
and it felt like months
have you felt any wanderings
of autumn, recently?
Systematic entropy
helps you appreciate
the leaves falling…
I write down all of my dreams.
He whispered it into my ear,
pulled me close.
Are they all
as good
as this?
I don’t believe in true love.
He never told anyone but me.
I just need something
to sate my wanderlust.
I wish I had a spaceship that could take me
anywhere
but home.
You are interested in his disinterest.
I think he knows I like it.
But I didn’t really appreciate him
back then…
You’re very good at this.
Should I feel flattered,
or guilty?
You know how sometimes you get that feeling,
and you know how someone new will get along
with you, that intuition?
Nevermind then.
I’m really only honest in my poetry
but I don’t write much, anymore.
We’re just going different places.
He doesn’t really have a passion.
I don’t know what I want.
And what if I’m settling?
I don’t like to think of it in terms like that.
Well there goes the tip.
We’re both so awkward.
And I used to be so eloquent…
I give up.
I hope it all turns out right
in the end.
