bitter sweet

every time i cut into garlic
i think of you
and i always will
i'll think about the time we spent
re-running through the facts
like a split screen romance
and i'm your other half
but best friends
won't stick to things
like glue or partners with whom
we have sex

like an ax to be had
to this thing that you have
disappearing constantly
til somethings done-
until then, i'll be gone

love is

I want adventure
A sense of belonging
Someone to stay

Maybe
One day I will live in a house
in a committed relationship
without losing emblems of myself.

What extends beyond
reasonable doubt
Is it erratic satisfaction
that I'm after

i'm 1 big misunderstanding

sorry we live so far apart.