like an overweight karate kid
you could moonwalk
over my heart
using candour as painkiller
tastes like vanilla to me
occasionally
someone please make go home,
i'm the worst at being alone
just tell me i ought to watch
infomercials for love
and buy all of their trust
saturdays have shown us i'm not
the world's most talkative guy
you say it's fine
but i can always try and answer
with amplified anger, and then
cry inside