joy in the mun-dane
a love letter
I find myself objectionable
I always feel like death
but because of you,
I think I’m occasionally better.
I’ve developed a talent; I simply don’t think.
The city helped me forget.
Enter the inescapable infatuation
rich, satisfying simplicity.
I miss the city.
I’ve found love
in a warmly decorated home.
I’m certain you’ll find this hard to hate.
Hear me out –
prepare yourself.
I’m much too scared
to even ask.
There’s something at least a little bit amusing about
falling apart at the seams.
