I go to you in my quiet time
When I settle my mind
I go to you frantically
I have been known to plead
I go to you to feel refreshed
I go to you to bleed
I go to you
To bring myself
Do you even want to see?

It doesn’t annoy me
When you say the grass is red
Instead of green
See things how ever you please
But why you gotta tell me?
I didn’t ask you
Or anybody
What kinda colors you see

Art is magic
I’ve often used it
Reliably
But you, sir
Possess immunity
To every wile I got on file
I’ve thrown
What I’ve known
As ignorantly
As what is known can be
No wonder
You don’t want to see
Silly me

I get that you ain’t “him”
If you were
You woulda already been
Still I’m drawn
Still I’m in

Dear sir
Yippie!!!  
We write to inform
You are a member of
The most exclusive club
Membership of a few
Only you
Can be
In this imaginary
Club with me
Myself, and I
We three and you
In this club of almost two
Until, the day
Yourself shows up
I hope he’s on his way

I have gotten myself
Into the delusion
Where apathy
Is indeterminate
Matters of the heart
Can make someone crazy
When a no
Perceived as maybe

If I were to go away
Would you wish I’d stayed?
It doesn’t matter, anyway
I’d come back, anyday