Ficly

motif or, the kind of thing you wish was just a metaphor

i crave
a peanut butter
and jelly
sandwich
but i’m too drunk
to find the jelly
so i have to settle with just
peanut butter
plain
crunchy
peanut butter
and hope that
the milk will do
to keep it off of the
roof of my
mouth.

i am so god damn helpless
why can’t you just help me
you’re the only one i trust right now
one of two, actually
and the only one i’ve opened up to
because the other is
too fragile in my mind

when we read j alfred prufrock
i was reminded of me
because i am him
so much
that it hurts
and they tell me it’s not true
but they don’t know me,
i’m sorry to say,
only you do
it’s only me
you
and this peanut butter
sandwich

it’s the damnedest thing
because peanut butter always reminds me of you
but it’s one of my favorite things
and to me it’s very common
but still it’s one of the
more
difficult to
forget

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