Sometimes I sit
.
Reminiscing on times spent
.
Loving longingly
.
Loving
.
This monotony
.
Of myself
.
Lover’s cries
.
Welled up eyes
.
This is me
.
All this monotony? (sighs)
.
I feel confined
.
Straight laced in this
.
Repetitive state
.
A monogamy of lines
.
Uniformity of emotions
.
Expressed a little less each time
.
My pen scribes my heart
.
But my mind’s looking for a
.
Variation of this equation
.
Is this all I am?
.
Love stricken
.
I’m looking for a change
.
A new perspective in my mind frame
.
While maintaining the qualities
.
That brings readers to read
.
These thoughts I lash
.
On email’s
.
IMed
.
PMed
.
Abstractly
.
Retracting thoughts
.
Believing the impossible
.
Is possible
.
Probabilities
.
Make the impossible
.
Odds in all
.
Likelihood
.
Of my livelihood
.
Relying on my
.
Consistent
.
Determination
.
To relax
.
Refrain
.
Remember my past
.
And why exactly it is just that
.
Recently I
.
Have been inclined to fall
.
Falling (better yet, fell)
.
From the graces of some
.
Those who interpret my misshapen
.
Misconceptions
.
As a defense
.
Mechanisms
.
It’s beyond that
.
I gotta be me
.
Simply said
.
Simply
Summer
.
An E.N.I.G.M.A.-tic Individual
.
Yeah…
I’m flipping the script…