Really? Really.
Did I just doodle your name?
Big bubble letters emblazoning my emotions onto paper, a canvas in your honor,
like a razor to skin only less violent
less permanent
less chance of letting infection seep in like the times before.
See look ma, I do learn from mistakes.
I know better than to let her break me, shattered into shards
on the tile floor.
I've got blisters from sweeping the mess, and a bloody broom handle in the closet.
This time the lion will be kept at bay.
I'm smart enough to stay in the present, not give in like a fool.
That wooden stool last time wasn't effective. Need some whips in my arsenal
and a back-up plan musket.
Need lead in my veins instead of this God damn blood that won't let me shake visions of picnics in summer,
long talks on our pillow, feel the touch of you on my shoulder, palm, cheek,
I smile at the I had a taste this afternoon, where's a spoon? I want the whole pie -
STOP.
Freeze.
Right there, yeah you.
We've been through this before, I've got proof
that affection turned to love doesn't lead home.
Just look at this broom - these stains are your own warnings against fairytales and forevers.
So just breathe in easy.
Draw some doodles. A heart or two.
Then fold it up and tuck it away, we've got living left to do
and you're running out of super glue.
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