Ms Hookah Smoking Caterpillar

You believe in a lie like love
and then get mad you can’t verify it’s existence
with anybody else
outside of your own skull
’cause no agreement can be made
on the definition’s breadth, depth, or scope
if you actually never felt it within you
before
and still, you believe in it even more.
Your favorite card trick in your head.
It’s just a drug though.
And if you have had some that you thought was it
you’re just high on yourself.
The Anger after it’s over is the proof.
And you’re just sitting up here addicted
to shit like “believing” already;
now its “believing in” so deep
and that love lie is so good to you
like your mind’s own heroin-
thing is baby
if there is no answer to the question after 40,000 years
when we figured out how to get to the moon in 100 years
we probably should stop asking that
and wake up

2 thoughts on “Ms Hookah Smoking Caterpillar

  1. I should pay more attention to you. This is intriguing. Aren’t we all just stories we tell ourselves? Love is a fallacy and one of those stories.
    Until next time.

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