this was written with prompts. Unlike anything i've done, but I like it.

Nonsense

We came from a small village in Africa,

To ask the truly important questions, like,

What sides go with kale?

To know things, such as -

I would never get married or climb a mountain

(Only one was a lie, and the other an impossibility)

Though it’s (somewhat) true,

That I once wrestled my inner demons with my bare hands

(Don’t try to drown them, they know how to swim)

But on that day, I might-

With one eye closed, see sunlight

With the other eye closed, see storms

I see roaming cats, and wild geese.

Stare too long into the google, the google owns your soul.

Also, Dear Fucking Sir,

(Speaking of google, and not looking up your name)

I’m sorry for never being sorry about leaving you

There’s no need to argue anymore

I don’t hate you, it’s just your face - (and actually I really do hate you).

Your soul sucking excuse for a life will end as miserable as it was lived

As below so above and beyond I imagine

However, because of you, now I know.

How it feels to really be wanted.

I love you my heart, and you are not even perfect, sensible or always truthful

The way you care even when you pretend you don’t

I’d choose no other to trip me in the zombie apocalypse

You are creatively queen, verbed in all the right nouns.

Then I remember that,

I’m really not into anything but action movies,

But I secretly love stupid chick flicks

I forgot, the question-

What sides go with kale?

Or was it,

(to kneel in rain, hands raised dramatically to the sky)

To cry out (in sense of desperate desire)

Dear Gods (or gods) around, what was the thought behind the platypus, and are we truly lost?

To hear the thunderous echoing laughter

And remember the answer

(Printed in 6 point comic sans, as was deemed the message of the gods)

To remember to laugh, and only as much as you believe you are.