mannequin

mannequin 
i cannot win
why is this a thing
i walk by you at the mall
you make me feel so small

It's one of those days where really I just want to talk about mannequins and just put a 1/4 attempt at writing the poem.

Now that I walk through the mall everyday on my way to and from work, I'm worried about how it's affecting my brain and what I think (or know) about the female form -- I'm seeing a lot of naked mannequins.  Lol.  Will my male brain's love of nakedness override the surprise of seeing a real naked lady that doesn't look at all like a mannequin?  Peace out.

rushing

how much time have we wasted
kicking stones
dancing around questions
with clever phrasing
cute answers with double meaning
we ignore the signs
time after time after time
did we delay our happiness
or maybe we just put off 
our inevitable catastrophic ending

I've been playing with an idea in my head lately.  I wonder if the longer you wait to start dating someone (as if you have all the power in the world to date someone), if that means you are delaying your happiness and are missing out on opportunities for joy OR if you're just rushing into the highly probable end to that romantic relationship and therefore your friendship as well.  Peace out.

giant

you might as well be a giant
is there even a point in starting?
plotting
planning
designing 
i can't see past the horizon
but i can't walk away
i guess i'll live in your shadow

Sad.  Peace out.

You

i dont believe in us anymore
loving you has become a chore
turn back
check the score
clearly i loved you more

I just finished You on Netflix.  Sigh.  Peace out.