found poem. gotta love evolution.

[lyricwall]

Sometimes I think of
pancakes
during sex.
Huge
syrupy, buttery
diner pancakes.
I hear his groans
and wonder if there's
strawberry syrup
or maple.
Sometimes when he's
tuning me out,
watching sweaty men
in basetball
shorts
I pretend I am
a princess
like when I was
young
before I thought
the things I think
now
about happy endings

and bullshit

Sometimes when we're
sitting in
silence
I look at his face
his eyes
and find them
vacant
Not even searching
or trying
to love me.
I don't even
miss him
anymore.
Now I just
miss
myself.

love you.