Look, I know that I'm weird
Eating onions for breakfast food
That I empty a room
When I talk Doctor Who
And show people my manticore sketches. The wings can be tricky. Also, awesome.
And it must be so hard for you
To have got Harley Quinn
When all that you wanted was Mary Jane
With her crass folksy charm
Welcoming you with open arms
I made out with Yoda last night. At a Cosplay. In Bryant Park. This is coming out wrong. Think nice thoughts.
You're so even
You're as clever as you're careful
Even-handed in every judgement and proclamation
Even
Why you even tolerate me and my oddities
Like my string of odd jobs
Crafting erotic flower arrangements
I tweet for celebrities, God, what is wrong with me?
I didn't ask to be ...
But I know who I am
I'm not gonna be chatty and cool and OK
When you come home each day
I mean f*ck, who would blame you
If you wanted to let it out!
But no
You're too even, too controlled,
My affections, predilections
Shift beneath me like tectonics, no they never leave me
Even
Though I love you, I think we're through
Or maybe not
Check back tomorrow
After all, what do I know?
I'm a stranger in my own home
I'm a traitor to my own cause
Odds are I'm gonna want you back
Eventually
You know me