Title.
It’s the beginning of a book.
One that I read
One that he took.
It’s about a boy who was dead
Left me a K-Car
with a 312 Area Code as the Tread
Wore down
We were the Kartrashians you know.
We trash cars to fix them.
You are now young.
A beautiful boy with blue eyes
Long eyelashes and oh my
What a beautiful voice
What a heavenly ghost
You turned out to be.
The title waves at me
From across the sea
Because they won’t let this book
Be with me.
Tidal.
It’s a crashing wave
Or a 50 cent gaze.
The type that drives you to haze
To Johnny Toews
The one with the pays- out.
The one who I gave
My virginity to
Instead of you
(It was Johnny Toews)
Not David Beckham.
::eye roll emoji::
Chris Evans.
I’m sorry that I put you on blast
From the weekend at last
You were a man to me
Then a boy you see
That was so cute to me
Then a teenage freak,
That wanted to terrorize me
Then a man
That was more beautiful than the 80’s version of he.
Come and claim me
But no one can
No one is allowed.
Christ Even.
The 2nd Coming
Lancelot is what they called you
Now they call you fine.
Not the one who’s mine,
But I do.
Title: You’re Perfect
Tidal: Wave of mine
Chris Evans: Just a cute boy that was once a man who invented the 312 Area Code with his own K-Car License Plate.
