My World of Unfortunate Truth

some type of sign wrong arrow direction i pole vault over repeat mode i go straight to you you give me a hug of reassurance my two left fingers want to go somewhere else you ask me how you look in your new form fitting dress i just answer simply....'you look beautiful' the knock on the door stops the sweet, imaginary taste on my tongue you introduce us and we exchange cordial greetings when you turn to go i enter a valley in my mind scented and....surprisingly sweeter when the door closes, reality returns i am left with a dixie plate of beefaroni, a microwave pizza, a glass of five alive, and a sudden wave of loneliness the scent of you as a whole enters my mind again today for the thousandth time it lifts me up and keeps me aware....aware of the unfortunate truth that you will never be mine