My newest obsession
is at least six years older than I
and
married...
Why do I always
fall
for such unattainable people?
The least I can hope
is to just be friends.
The worst part is my imagination.
I imagine us hanging out together
doing all sorts of facsinating things
partaking in crazy adventures
or just meeting randomly on the street,
embracing,
and having intellectually stimulating conversations
over coffee.
I don't even like coffee.
What did you think
Comments
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I don't even like coffee. I think it tastes like crap. I love coffee candy though. Imagination is one of my favorite things to ponder about. I think conversations are what you make of them, and "small talk" is not always so small. Interesting poem though. At first glance it sounds very light, as if you're not really trying to do much with it. But it's so interesting how you intertwine your words.
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