Loneliness made me crave you.
And this inconvenience called a relationship.
Now I laugh.
For my stupidity.
For my greeness.
To realize that I’ve been kissing a delusion all this time.
And to think that your kisses were like a postcard from Spain.
Your stink like an Hallmark envelope unfurling.
A message for me to taste.
I laugh at myself.
To think I could get a Happy Ending with a person like you.