Beyoncé from Beyond.

It feels completely abnormal to no longer be conversing with the she I can't even speak of.
I fell into a silly stimulated pattern.
A kaleidoscope dream.
Fallen further than my low self-esteem.
She comes before me.
Every time.
You only have to look at the alphabet to get it.
Or read it in reverse to see (C) how much closer we can be (B).
It's hard to admit that you were never in my plans.
But there's a Plan B for everything.
Her tear libations falls a letter short of being an A-listed sensation.
But she's content on being the B in Beyoncé.
And I'm intent on being the C in one.
Meaning; am I the one?
Or does love only come onCe?
Her beauty in body, ungodly embodies the celebrity status of a goddess.
And I just want to drown in this heavenly oasis.
Clouded with Vitamin B and Vitamin C.
But unlike me, she has the face of a catfish.
Too good to be true.
And I just want to play with her kitty...

... I feel have more to say, but... not right now.

- CH