High Priestess

Inside your apartment you bit back tears when we said goodbye.

When I left, I don’t think I ever felt so high.

The idea that I could mean so much to someone was something of a surprise,

still not sure if it was genuine or the world’s greatest lie.

And I’ve lost sleep for a night or two trying to figure the answer out,

so many twisted theories whizzed through my head that I done lost count.

For a week straight I listened to Don’t Speak by No Doubt

hoping Gwen’s voice could cure this bout

of sadness

&

madness

remember back in December, my moment of rashness?

in retrospect it was rather reckless,

but I was tired of fucking bitches in backless dresses

and your vibe was different, like a Lioness playing tetris

like a Tigress roaming Texas or a Platypus eating chex-mix..


Damn,

the High Priestess left me breathless.

 

R.R.S.

 

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