A – Z April: I
Upon my heart here was a tart
And I loved her so. She came
Around a few times a day,
We talked and romance starts.
Emotions created beautiful weave
As steam between us there was.
Glass between us made a mirror
Of what we want, I couldn’t leave.
Great liars mirrors can make
Reflections ill aligned,
Difficult to see even with light
It’s so easy to create a fake.
Just like that you shattered glass,
Made me see the truth. You’re
A mess, and now I’m stressed,
Since I loved you. Now kiss my ass.
Note: This is hyperbole. I had someone I was close to. And recently she went really…weird. I had a thing for her, but the poem says it all.
So I was also hoping to do some Insanity. My apartment living room is clear enough. Then I realized that in the formatting of my hard drive, it’s all gone. Crap. So is life.