my insignificance and i
often converse
about the insignificance
of our conversations.
i am an exclusive guest at
the long dark tea-time of my soul;
my musing sips on itself:
measures out my life in teaspoons
of self-indulgent poems.
...
i'm just a dog
looking for a car.
often converse
about the insignificance
of our conversations.
i am an exclusive guest at
the long dark tea-time of my soul;
my musing sips on itself:
measures out my life in teaspoons
of self-indulgent poems.
...
i'm just a dog
looking for a car.
10 comments:
You beautiful self-absorbed fool.
As long as I'm beautiful.
You are.
You're also liked by me. (I have a thing for fools, especially beautifully self-absorbed ones)
If you love me, won't you let me know?
You replied to that with lyrics from a coldplay song? C'mon. I was being real. You could have just told me that you liked me too. Maybe I needed it. Being the way I was. Giving away love anonymously on ice cream blogs. Did you even think?
Self-absorbed fools, right?
I thought you had a thing for the foolish self absorption?
For self-absorbed fools, not foolish self-absorbtion. There's a difference.
And yes. You still have a shot.
This half-hope is corrosive. But then, I'm also self-destructive.
I'll take it.
Alright. I'm going to give you my email ID- diane.train3@gmail.com. Your move.
I'll be waiting. Maybe.
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