poetry

I enjoy the flowers, until they cause me to sneeze

I enjoy the food, until my stomach aches

I enjoy the relationship, until it’s too complicated

I enjoy the creatures, until they drink my blood

I enjoy the memories, often more than the actual event

I enjoy the wind, but only when I’m warm

I enjoy the ride, until I’m tired of waiting

I enjoy the sunshine, until my skin turns cherry

I enjoy the music, until that song comes on

I enjoy my space, until you’re gone too long

I enjoy the rain, until it floods my city

I enjoy it all, until I don’t.

Convenience

Aside