There’s your pretense
Like sterling silver
Something precious gilded
Onto something cheap
Giving it value
There’s your opinion
Ignorance bonded with
Idiocy there’s your
Charade incapable of
Explanation and instead
Showing hand signals
Like a third
Base coach to
A hitter now
I don’t even
Know whom I
Loved because you
Don’t seem to
Be true why
Must I settle
For your fuckery
Like a duck
On a pond
I spied you
There sitting in
The marsh pretending
To be the
Trees I heard
Your heart race
Smelling your breath
Fly I will
Giving you thrills
Shoot me you
May not because
I’m free you’re
The wet one
Pretending to be
Something else hoping
To take me
Down by surprise
You never find
What you seek
In the place
That you look
Lost things show
Up in unlikely
Places and often
Aren’t what you’re
Looking for but
Instead need so
Goes love try
Not to look
For a type
But instead be
Happy for it
That you’ve found
Today my heart
Sings and yet
Is sad a
Young child gets
A new heart
Today but that
Means another lost
Theirs remember that
When you give
Your heart to
Someone else you
Lose your own
And like a
Cold winter blast
We became frozen
Stuck where we
Were huddling in
Place waiting for
The gale to
Finish its furry
Now the icycles
That we became
Are being warmed
By the sun
Thawing and splashing
Into the cistern
That we are
Fresh and clear
