Sliced Bread

Sliced bread, in the afternoon, thick with jam and peanut butter while the world goes by.

You said that was your favourite but who knows, that could have also been a lie.

And it’s ruined it for me, even though I didn’t like it in the first place, even though I’d never had it before.

I thought things were simple, in the beginning, because I like to take love and run with it and paint it bright colours and make it pretty instead of real.

I paint everything with it, in colours only I can see, with things only I can touch, so from my eyes everything is illuminated, but from yours, it’s just sliced bread.

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