Weird Like Grammar

The weirdest things make me happy
Like being alone in public,
And standing in line for coffee
Wanting to get something different,
But chickening out and saying,
       
      "Fuck it,
           I'll have what she's having"

And that day she was having a drink called Ramona
Constantly changing her hair
   In a world where people stare
informally at the informality
Of ordering someone else's drink for them

I memorized yours
With ever passing day,
I gave myself away
  In take out boxes
Restaurant bills
  And small recipes for tea

You told me stories of the people you knew
I told you stories,
    Secretly about you

The strangest things made me happy
Like the smell of pesto, marinara, and dish soap
Because when you came smiling in from work
You smelled remarkably like
         A dishpan pizza

We'd lay on the bare couch
Spraying ourselves with soda or pizza sauce
Talking bout day gone by
Eating leftovers until we laughed
Laughing until we cried

You smile was like a Picasso
Elegant, beautiful, but not for everyone
You'd hide it when you could

So I painted you a rendition of a life
Giving space and reason to a forgery
Because someone once told me it was right
Then you told me....

 "relax"


          And I did

Logically this was not suppose to happen
But as time moved on
I began to see
That logic had no hold on you
You were Song 2 by Blur
and Vivaldi's Spring
Everything raw and classical
You are everything soft and brutal

To me you are a lullaby and a tempest

You see the weirdest things make me happy,
      And given that logic
             You're the weirdest