6.17.2011

Post-It

you always know
how to press my buttons
and turn my knobs
flip my switches
and disarm my security

nothing is being recorded

there is no
way to tell you that
the way my heart beats
is just for you
and this game you love

the game we always play

and every time
we play the game
you rip me up
and spit me out
and i write cryptic poems

like this one