On Glaxious

On Glaxious; It’s 3:11 P.M on a Saturday, and there isn’t any love for miles. Not anymore at least, It’s no one’s fault but everyone’s. It took me a while to admit that you’ll never call. Not anymore, I left my honey buns in your cabinet, I hope they don’t go bad. The colors went bad. I went bad. You were the last unique thing I had. It’s like a conveyor belt of them now. Fast friends Fast company No company at all When it matters, nothing else matters. What really matters? Did our trade matter? If honesty matter let me be honest I was chasing your beauty up until the point I realized that you are only beautiful. You are only the best legs I’ve ever seen. You are only a great butt. You are only perfect breast, you were only the brightest smile I’d ever met.