blurry lines and heavy lights,
tell me you took a wrong turn
and ended up at my right,
right here, right now
from all the geometry i've learned
we're colliding, dividing,
never perpendicular,
only parallel. and i see how you
look at them, quite the quiet
observer, the way i'd like
for you to look at me, waiting
to say something because i want
and i want
and i want
and i want
and it doesn't make any goddamned sense
because none of this does,
i'm too complicated and loud and
i could bitch about this, i'm a bitch and
you're not a bastard and my friend's
cousin thinks i'm cute and his name
is yours and i'm flattered, really, but
i'd rather it be you.