I’m tired of writing poetry about you.

Poetry that confuses you

And uses me

Like needle-fine thread that breaks through the crude of me

Like ribbon-type vines that climb up walls

And crawl like little pink paws.

Baby, you’re so pretty when your time isn’t wrapped up in someone that is unimportant.

Cause I like you

Like you like bacon

sweet

Sizzly

Meaty in your mouth.

Gurl,

You’ve got this tender thing to you.

I want to cook you up like truffle oil in my eggs.

I want to make you a part of my breakfast,

The thing that gives my legs a reason to walk in the morning.

I don’t like wasting time though

Don’t see why you’re wasting yours.

So I won’t waste another minute trying to vie for your attention.

Like a lime in a corona

I’d add some fizzle to your life.

Not my fault that you’re in your own world.

Got your own gals and girls.

Never on your mind, but that’s too bad.

Cause you’re steady on mine.

Kind of makes me sad.

Annoyed at most.

Reasons that make me want to stop being the host

On the Broadway drama

That’s causing trains to jump train tracks

In my mind.