Good Hearts

My brain ran away with the rain,

down the drain,

and now I can't complain.

Right?

I have a new life.

I can be anyone you like.

I have a heart

but it doesn't like back talk.

I have lips

but they have complicated needs.

I have hands

but they are full of bread.

I need a man that eats toast

for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

I have joy in this life of mine.

She just likes to pull my leash.

She likes to see me struggle

before she shows her beautiful face.

And then I can breathe.

Breathing is good

for this heart of mine.

-written June 23 rd 2012