ramona flowers.
in some odd fantasy, i wanted to be your
manic pixie dream girl.
the pink haired girl whom teaches
you to savor life,
the small enough finger puppet you
had dreamed of since being a young boy.
the sane part of my head reminds me that
you are not in need of your own Ramona Flowers.
your Scott Pilgrim already savors
life and all of it's rich moments, i have
just taught you a few things to savor, exactly.
and for that, i thank you.
- i am no Ramona Flowers. only in a dream,
only in a dream.
This poem is about:
Me