Joyce-ian

he calls me 'the emo princess'
he is not dumb enough to call me 'his emo princess'
(this ain't his first rodeo)

he says i have a fucked up sense of humor.
waffles are hilarious
all those little squares
but pancakes make me cry

what?

my ears are burning.
it that psychosomatic
or maybe is it somatopsychic?

i don't really want much from anybody
which makes me slippery.
did you ever mix up corn starch and water when you were a kid?

i just want to twirl around
in my new boots,the cognac ones-
how do you say that word?

im sort of mad at jt;
if the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time,
why didn't you tell me the secret of enjoying the passage of time?

lame, man, lame.