favorite characters are never about taste

her type burns without trying.

probably thinks it’s romantic,

it’s not.

she does good.

then bad,

then good again.

like a reflex; like caffeine,

like me.

sometimes ruins,

laughs at herself; maybe laughs at me too.

bosses up,

owns a business,

loses it.
rinse; repeat.

i watch; i recognize.

i bite my lip,
not nervous; not proud.

she’s my favorite.

she’s messy; i’m messy; we’re messy,

mirrors quiet brilliance; waiting for crash.

maybe it never comes,

maybe it does.

probably does.

and still;

i stare anyway.