dear god, i'm bored

i'm bored
dusty floorboards
creaky chalkboards
board the train, the plane
get outta town!
i'm bored
i heard a hawk cry today
and now i'm bored
i tell you my plans and you,
you yawn
you're bored
you poured over books
you pored milk over cap'n crunch
and now you're board
every single pour
and every sinful pore
is a boar

love is gross

so, tumblers of puke
and bloody condoms
remind you of me, huh?
sorry
i guess i'm not that
sentimental
you remind me
of enchanted forests
and goddamn
beautiful sunsets