Dessert

Maybe my soul’s all right

But my body’s all wrong

Maybe I'm in love 

But I don't really know what love is 

Too many times I've said maybe 

Too many times I've said sorry 

Getting a thread through the needle is the easy part

I don't know how to avoid getting my finger pricked 

I've never fallen into a deep sleep, 

But I wish I would 

I'm too tired

It's hard to love life and the people in it when I don't love myself, 

But I don't hate myself. 

My life isn't horrible but I wish 

I didn't live in the clouds 

And I could taste the fruits of prosperity 

I'm Hannah banana and I bruise inside and out 

I'm familiar with the texture and sound of I'm sorry and I'm used to it, 

And maybe 

Sometimes things make sense, but this poem doesn't. 

Oh well maybe that's how it's suppose to be 

Supposedly things happen for a reason

Maybe God didn’t like the look of my face when he saw it

Sometimes a big dog looks right into it.