“Dream Girl” by Zachary Garren
We dated, but never fucked.
I kissed her, but never tongued.
And I would try to hold her hand,
but she would just twiddle her thumbs.
And I loved her eyes,
but it felt like she was always wearing glasses.
She was no stranger to the drugs,
but she always passed her classes.
She was cute and classy.
She was white, but kinda ass-y.
And for like six whole months I thought she would be loyal like Lassie.
But none of that bitch shit.
I wasn’t trying to keep her on a chain, naw.
This girl’s biggest asset was not her breasts, it was her brain.
And that drove me insane
like the cocaine
she used to snort.
Till anxiety got the best of her,
and eventually she had to abort.
And now I pray that I numbed her
like the coldest winter snow.
And now I just wish I could gum her
like a little bit of blow and
if she’s out there listening I just want her to know
that it’s okay now, I’m over you. I’m just reflecting.
I don’t know what I was expecting.
We both agreed it wouldn’t last.
But we were so infatuated we didn’t care if it didn’t last.
And all that mattered was the moment.
But now the moment’s gone
and now I’m left lonely without a girl writing these pathetic songs.
We’ve been together for six months and I don’t even have a picture.
And it’s just shitty knowing this poem is the only proof of your existence.
Together for six months, and I don’t even have a picture.
So tell me, Dream Girl:
Did you exist, or did I event you?
Zachary Garren is a fucking genius. I have never heard such great poetry in a while. Thanks for inspiring me again, Zach. Fucking powerful.
(Source: whoremongler)
