Pitter Patter Heart

You make me write awful poetry.

You make me say the things I swore I never would.

You’re drawing out all the broken clichés and heart dotted I’s.

And I don’t want it.

I don’t want the world stopping on a dime.

I do not want this breath taken this world shaken.

I don’t want these sugar sweet syrup dreams.

I feel lke a little girl fighting the urge to say boys are cute

When her wholelife the have only been yucky.

I am sick o these Frank Sinatra moments.

I’m sick of this pitter patter heart.