I'm trying to ignore the laws of attraction.
i liked you better as a picture on my window screen.
i liked you better as a poetry queen.
i somehow depicted you perfect in my dreams.
but not everything is the way that it seems.
Now im getting red in the face
from too much lager.
i read the rest of that Bukouski book that you couldn't finish.
You said that you didn't care for it much.
That it was kind of boring, even.
you "just couldnt get past the halfway point."
Well...
I thought it was fucking Brilliant.
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