good intent

i love the surrealism of casual fridaY
i have never befOre talked to fate
or to a genie
or to a rUbik's cube

or been embraced by chocolate eyes.

i love hoW the surreAlism contiNues
only for a momenT or two
you makE your cameo

because that is all you ever Do...

i love The fleeting secOnds
when your reputation is transcended
by your good intent.

it's when the surrealism ends
that the tears start falling.
if only we could stay in a world
where you and i are equals.
 
i had to swallow a lot of pride
to let you back in.
it is not always easy
being that person
nobody wants to be seen with.
that's when the tears start falling. 

it is a waltz of hypocrisy
that lifts me from the slums of loneliness. 

it's when i bunK dowN fOr the night
in the cold
that the tears start falling.

i told you i don't mind;

i don't.
but still.

i know there's no conspiracy
when tWo hearts meet.

but i knoW tHis isn't a two waY street. 

I know you didn't mean it. 
you meant so well.

inspired by Cameo loveR, good intent and two waY street by kimbra.