intruding on my interlude.

In rhapsody I hum melodies, whistling has never been my strong point. Burning my tongue over songs oversung, and smudging the ink from writing the wrongs, I skip along a narrow path that leads me astray to my past where I once contemplated the merits of smoking, cigarettes are all wet, and we were sad, but it’s bad to smoke, it makes you choke, I enjoyed the acidity of that conversation, with you in your velvet pants, one day we’ll dance to the joy that divides us indie kids from the irony in the clichéd fashion slaves. I distance myself from the rectangular shelves I refuse to go back to that world of pretend, the fun never ends on the rollercoaster of individuality, just make me a mocha and rock me to sleep.

Stumbling down grey stone steps singing schoolyard songs and feeling inept, I caress my knee, a purple patchwork forming, and now the clouds are creeping in and the atmosphere is warming. I cried last night, you made me weep, when you pushed me off your shoulder where I tried to go to sleep, but that’s okay, because we’re good friends and even though we like to pretend, I know I can count on you when the sun is hiding, because your crushing hugs smell nice and you’re safe to confide in.

The end is near my dear, I whispered loudly in your ear you turned away, while I prayed, down on my knees to a God I’d been neglecting, I hope you’re not protecting yourself from love, to an extent I’ll live my life to my heart’s content, and when you wait in the rain I’ll sing again till you return to me in one piece.

He’s so dashing, he’s quite debonair, and as plates are smashing I travel soundly through the air, I send a letter in my head it details my love for you, and dear oh how I miss those silent moments beneath the blue.

If you have a vendetta, just write me a letter, toss it over the gate and we’ll exacerbate the general hate, I smiled as you screamed, blue-eyed into my face, I cried when you left me, you just vanished with a trace. I didn’t want to know where you’d gone, where you’d be, because I’d rather you loved nobody if you cannot love me, I bit a thousand pillows, feathers flung up everywhere, and then I went down to play hopscotch with the girl with the titian hair.