Uncontrollably
drooling
I’m
swooning
Over
this new high
Spreading
what may be lies
Creating
unnecessary drama
Painting
motives on people
Lending
out my tinted sunglasses for the
World
to view
Innocent
strangers
In
a glance that’s askew
Is
she bipolar?
Or
did I crucify her
North
south east and west
An
ice sculpture of distress
Frozen
in the minds
Of
the world that I chose to confide
These
soliloquies of half-truths
Somehow
escaping my phone booth
From
analog to digital
Broadcasting
hypocritical
But
too mechanical
To stop
And
being a little cynical
I feel
it is impossible to
Stop
the vicious cycles
Of talking
shit
So I
won’t quit