Like a pin ball bouncing everywhere, this is strangely reflective, and like an ordinary child we rationalize and take another bite on the forbidden. You could call this poem "twister". Also, you never know if the hope is for half full or half empty, much like when you hate the one you're "loving". Take another bite, survey says "toxic". Or is it vicarious self-love/loathing? In goes the dagger with a cloak.
I think it could be some drowsiness towards him, when things looks monotonous or kinda a "spring tiredness", we in Germany have it listed as a WHO classification illness :) a nice three-liner.
how have you been? missed you.
Like a pin ball bouncing everywhere, this is strangely reflective, and like an ordinary child we rationalize and take another bite on the forbidden. You could call this poem "twister". Also, you never know if the hope is for half full or half empty, much like when you hate the one you're "loving". Take another bite, survey says "toxic". Or is it vicarious self-love/loathing? In goes the dagger with a cloak.