there's a bar

called High Horse

in my hometown

I'd kindly ask you

to get off yours

so I may sit

and contemplate existence

slowly, with salt on the rim

#1

Another girl will like me

As a straight girl

I like guys

What would I do?

It would just be weird

#2

I will never find my person

The guy who makes me smile

The other half of me

And so I will settle

And wonder for the rest of time

What could have been?

make her go away

please, Lord,

make her go away

i don't want the green-tinted memories.

i don't want the ones where we walk in sunshine-coated fields and she tells me terrible things.

i don't want the ones where she tells me in the dark september night that i'll come back.

i don't want the ones where she stands over me while i play at sleep.

i don't want the ones where she sits across from me in her kitchen and stares.

i don't want the ones where we laugh and we cry and we pretend.

i don't want these memories anymore. i don't want them.

please make her go away.

I’d like to go out as good food.

Not for cannibals though (I’m too crude.)

But a saber-toothed cat

Or a fire swamp rat,

Or a dragon if one’s in the mood.

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Though in simpler terms,

(Inner realist confirms)

I suppose I could settle on worms.

Unless you’re in love with a lunar astronaut, I’m pretty sure you’re just being a pretentious twit. Anyone can love someone to the moon and back. Outer space is romantic from the get-go. How about “love you to hell and back” eh? Still pretentious, but less disgusting. No wait, I’ve got it, “love you to the latrines and back.” That aughta weed out the snob-noses.