good morning world
it's raining
the sun would barely be rising
if there was one
the effects of alcohol have yet to leave
from last night
i'm still high
i want a bagel
i was mean last night
i could feel it
the crows are loud this morning
so are the frogs
they quiet down each time i begin to write
i don't mean to be mean
it's just i was sitting between those three boys
who were fighting for my attention
they're sweet and all
but they couldn't even see me sitting there
they're so predictable
living for an artificial high
they don't get it yet
i don't mean to be mean
i woke up today
i thought about him
about him reading a book
after we made love
stroking my arm
as i blissfully wrapped myself
about him
i was staring out a window
watching the rain
i was wearing a robe
watching a beautiful soul sleep
i want to get an rv
i want to wake up next to him
make him pancakes shaped in silly hearts
bring them to him in bed
feed a strong and determined
soul
my hands are shaking
i made myself pancakes this morning
shaped in silly hearts
i made myself a strong cup of coffee
with cinnamon, agave and vanilla
i was feeling giving
and the only person around is me
it wasn't the same
my hands are shaking
i cried a little
it felt good
i allowed myself five minutes
to completely immerse myself
in what could be
maybe i just have to live through this
maybe it is supposed to hurt like this
for a while
maybe maybe maybe
there is one more soul in this world
that shall completely capture me
again
maybe maybe maybe
well, i have a big day ahead of me
today - maybe today is
my day
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