Elucidating Questions

That stings a bit

Rub alcohol in it

Doesn’t catch the truth

Hanging on the smile of the moon

That it’s a joke

And of course it is

They’re always jokes

But it makes the feelings feel dirty

Do I wash them?

What will be left once the ink runs out into the water?

A handful of coincidences that aren’t as good

Aren’t as real

Aren’t good enough

My love is worthless

My love is eternal

And worthless