I don’t think it’s crazy to yearn for that dalliance
Me who always shunned settling
Forgot about the ecstasy lining the stomach
Of that faded firework
Burning brightly, licked like a lolly
The sleepover invitation
Fibbing to the folks
Getting dressed up at the step mum’s pad
Lies that taste sweet as Pink Ladies
Guilt tripping me over, loosening my laces
It’s just but it’s loathsome
Difficult to pin down
The in between time, the shuttling back from dating alley of lover’s beach
The eternal guessing game
That clips my wings and stunts my feelings
That hamster wheel forever rolling, stuck in its mindless mesh
And what if I want to get off?
What if I’ve had enough?
Thudding to a stop, wheel burns a mark in the pavement
And what if I want to get back on?
Stepping back into this scrambled wheel yet again.
talking to my pillow. 