My Other Half

Can you imagine what it would mean

Were I to follow you in the hunt?

Were I to put my hollow dreams

Out into the sun with a strong-willed punt.

 

The fear of the day is flavored like Lay’s

Ruffled with a sprinkle of salty guilt

And vinegar in the usual way.

I don’t usually like Lay’s.

 

I’d much rather spend my time

Laughing right there by your side.

But I know you think I covered in slime

After I and my King’s Court  took that ride

 

Into a ravine.
Straight down.

 

It’s dark here, love.

Will you take my hand?
Heave and shove

Then help me stand?

 

I wouldn’t be shocked

If you’d pull me up to let me drop.

 

And since I only ever laughed,

It’s fair that that’s my other half.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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