what a silly title
for something so complicated,
but, I’m allowed that, aren’t I?
what is now
is not for the best
I heard these words and
I’ve got a feeling
that I’ve had
and they reinforced it
and this is a bad poem
because I’ve had 3 hours of sleep
but the evidence is everywhere;
this could turn into something gorgeous
if you’d let it, I’ve been throwing you lines
this entire time,
there’s absolutely nothing to be afraid of
I
promise
trust me
there’s so much
and we are mutually
good for each other
I’m pleading, let me
carry you up stairs
and get you water when you’re lazy
and fill the blank
in your bed
we have so much chemistry
we’re scientists… that’s where you laugh
at the stupid joke, but anyway
I’m always a phone call away
don’t you think the distance
should be arm’s length?
