I feel like I'm floating precariously in an uncertain chamomile flavored sea
Which other people call romance
But which I call fear
You were my admirer, a dreamer of ai
We walked down streets with muddled thoughts
Floating in between our uneven footsteps
And I was cold
I am cold
Like that taxidermied bird on your wall
Like that large silver bracelet
Like that note you sent me
Soaked through with rain
I am a despicable creature
Who deserves no love when I have none to give
Locked up tight inside
Content with being content
Can't you see my gates are closed!
My fortifications drawn!
To all who want only the taking of tea
We sat with our eyes bouncing
Like googly eyes to no direction
And we chuckled, trying to beat past my fortification
But I was determined to never get backgammoned
What a poor creature you are that I pity
To have been beckoned in through a locked door to a city
Sucked in by my perilous words
Of "one sugar or two?"
I did not mean to hurt you
Because I enjoy the way you stand
Arms tucked in like a bird only waiting for the right command
And the way you talk with your hands
This was not my plan
And what is there now but to pass off notes?
To brush off the crumbs from one another's shirts?
To smile and say hey I know what you mean
From the cold-hearted queen