The Bacon of Sorrow

it's not like I like you like you

but I got so used to you being around

talking about nonsense 

into the no sense hours of the morning

(your name flashing into my locked screen

a smile flashing into my locked face) 

it's not like I like you like you

but life with you around looks

a tiny bit brighter

and I find the most interesting random things

that you don't seem to mind hearing about 

and I can see your smile in your typos

it's not like I like you like you

but you're always so random 

when you talk to me

quick to put me out of my feet, 

make me look and think about things 

I would rather let buried somewhere inside me

with a big heavy tombstone on top. 

it's not like I like you like you

and that's why 

I'm not sure 

what kind of emotional hole

is all this cinnamon cake supposed to fill.

LoftheV, 15.4.14, London