Society has all these rules
that need to be drowned
with tons of kisses
from my lips onto yours.
Paradise is full of locks
and horses roaming freely.
The trees are dying, I can see
what others miss. I suppose I
take too many walks and think
way too much instead of
staring at my phone
to lose myself in. I hold onto
tightly to the birth of my children
the love in their eyes, the words
they write me on birthday cards.
All the things everyone recycles,
I reuse, in DIY ways, like love
and hate. Eventually, you will fall
under my spell too. He says I’m some
kinda witch, the ancient one more than
the modern Coelho.
Even the girl that once hated
me, bought me weed. I won
I lose you too quickly.
Wine for breakfast and vodka for dinner,
so sick of all the phonies
in the long line of loneliness.
I always miss you
in all the ways