Maybe Logic could’ve saved me
If the world wasn’t trying to make me manic
Thought that fairy tales were true
The thought would always make me euphoric
My life was Ideocracy
on the general thought of true love
Ha!
Now that I think about it I feel like I was a heliotrope,
my sun being an unfathomable happiness
My Neophobia stops me from crying or trying to be sad
I see my love through a telescope of millions of miles away
The refractometer of my heart says this.
You have been broken.