The only fantasy I want to live out
is to be with you.
But if I scared you away
it’s because I was a creepy dude
and that has nothing to do with race.
I really think that you are the one
and I never thought it was too late
to team up. I dream up nicer things,
you just never see them
You’ll call me too emotional
if you were to read them.
But I guess I’m already too emotional, so what’s the harm?
Think of the prospect of reading them as an incentive
to fall snugly in my arms.
Is moving on possible
I keep returning
This Valentine’s day I was alone
Like many days prior
Now call me a liar
I once had a website in which I wrote “satire”
I thought it was bad, what did you think?
We’ve been pushed to the brink and I think we’ll be ghosts soon
And we both know this is true