I write letters to girls
that I think could
have been perfect with me.
But they turn out to be
either
bimbos or taken.

I’m done being lonely.
I need to be touched,
and I don’t want to be alone.

I check my email everyday

you know,

the account that was created especially for you.

after you sent your first (and last) mail

i stayed awake till four

writing something beautiful

which i would have hoped you like.

i knew i shouldnt have

because i still wait

and wait

and wait

for your reply.

My roommate and i

occasionally at 4am

blast the pokemon theme song

and sing and sing and sing

till we get sick of the song.

we lie to ourselves that growing up

is good indeed

and not sad at all.

but then, we sing somemore.