somewhere along the way
I convinced myself that I
am a one time thing, because
all of my exes date wispy blondes
with blunt bangs and blue
eyes, who probably listen
to a lot of She & Him or
Neutral Milk Hotel and
I am the Frida Kahlo of
their past, not to say that
Frida was bad but I guess
you get what I mean.

reneged, reneged
like Matt Nathanson
all those nasty poems
I wrote about that one
kid are only half truths
because I realized I can
fall in friends and not
fall in love, would you
believe that kid, reneged
that kid, reneged would
you believe that kid I wrote
all those nasty poems about
made me laugh today, enough
to make me think I was burning
calories being happy instead of
the latter.

I was told
to never succumb
to her influence
but she wrapped me up
in a fairy land
where everything made sense,
whispered out the sweetest
words,
bestowed upon me
the perfect chords,
then dropped me gently
from the clouds
to a soft bed of
grass
safety nestled on the
ground