You asked me about you and her..
I don't really wonder.. I'm sure there are treats
there I only dream about.. a life of experience
and things lived I only imagine.. if anything
I wonder why ME!

I still wonder what explosion of ego made me
bold enough to think you could even be
INTERESTED in me.. it is stll a mystery.
So much so that my mind paints countless
canvases of doubt for me..
like our connection is fradgile tissue,
perishable suds.. that someday I will turn
and find you bored and lost.

I try and organize myself to face you..
to please and entertain..
I try and arange my self, like some internal
dollhouse, ha ha.. as if I could plan this
thing that just spills on me.

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