A tad bit cumbersome
A poem of precise measurements
Nov 5 · 1 min read

I sit and rest as my back has grown weary for carrying the weight of the world has become a tad bit cumbersome,
I fear for my life and my sanity in the quest of annihilating mediocrity and grooming purpose,
I love the idea of having children but hate the idea of giving up,
I want legacy, I want prestige,
I want… you,
You are my ideal mate,
You are my relief when the world gets to be a tad bit cumbersome,
You erase my insecurities and pencil in vivid imagery of lilac and daisies on a golden meadow brook,
You have beautiful ears and I have a way with words,
Let’s dance to the beat of forever and let us drink like we are the last known growing adults,
Be firm with me and my existence,
Be mine.
