Olanzapine Dreamers Are All Secret Schemers.

I was looking for you,
Lonely.
Stuck between the ceiling
And the cellar door.
Conflated emotions
And deflated notions of
What would be in store.
For my prince among thieves
Will go where e'er his heart takes him
Foolish boy-
He believes in his
Redolent dreams.
I called out for you,
Lonely
Underneath my umbrella.
Almost begging for the rain
To bring something more.
Myriad droplets fell, gentle
As tears go.
Unraveling me to the core.
And my naked boy wonder
Was far from my calling,
Heard the rain
And nothing more.




RHYME LESS RHYME LESS WHY DO I WRITE LIKE A CHILD THE CAT SAT ON THE FUCKING MAT AND GOT SO FAT WE.... ATE IT. YUM.