He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump