Go-getter,
born if I die,
bestseller,
not in my lifetime,
not ever,
a keen life-support.
Fair-weather,
left me behind,
come get her,
couldn’t if I tried,
whoever leaves
buys me lunch.
It’s gotta be love?
It’s your rationale,
could you tell
time still begets my body?
It’s the caramel.
In parallels,
I still regret not trying,
no pressure,
ruin my life,
go-getter,
oh, to be loveable...