Stories of Inconsistency
I'm walking these streets
past the donut shop
where I mentioned in passing
a lost flavor
reminded me of my youth
you said in reply
you'd treat me out
to 2 doughnuts and a coffee
one of these days
But I'm having one of those days
where spoken words
have the same effect
as nails down a chalkboard
What has happened to the plans
we usually make
do you just say the right words
are you just plainly fake?
I was looking forward to a night
where I could pour out this soul
wrapped up in arms
fingers and legs interwined
But now it's 11:43pm
you left work at 4
so how long do I
turn a blind eye
to these stories of inconsistency?
mathiasthom
written 9/24/11
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