my momma hates you.

i mean hates

maybe it's because she loves me so much

and i know this because whenever we pass a smoker, she always tells me i deserve much better than secondhand

i believe her,

but...

honey we're way past secondhand

we're on like ninth or tenth hand, and im forgetting how to breathe, and i can't stop coughing, and im trying to hide the smell, but everyone seems to know.

everyone seems to know.

how she sat on a wall

just to look a little taller

just to see a little farther

maybe finally get the chance to hold hands with the sky for the first time

maybe finally get the chance to look into the sky's eyes and find all of his galaxies

humpty was only 5'6,

she had short legs, and and a short temper, and a round sense of humor that nobody got.

she was supposed to be 7:45, but got there around 8,

she was never on time to anything

she had a different mind

a beautiful mind

one that wasn't ever over-easy

nothing near sunny-side-whatever

but more hard boiled

usually somewhat scrambled

something you'd eat salt or ketchup with, just so she'd taste a little better

but she didn't care

because she was so high,

she could touch the sky,

and he was all she ever wanted.

but humpty dumpty wanted it all

and as they all knew

she had a great fall

and all the kings pills, and and the kings meds,


tried,


to just catch her,


but they couldn't.

so humpty lay scraped and bruised, scraped and bruised,

because now, she couldnt ever take her eyes off him.

and every night,

he would fall too.

every single night.

but only long enough to kiss the ground once,

and whisper into her ear,

"i never liked scrambled anyways."

and these daffodils, they look beautiful, but they're not enough to save me

and the ice cream, it was thoughtful, but hunny it's just too late

it's too cold,

and it's too late.