The Pie Letter

When I say the right things

At the right time

Everything is alright.

When I say things

Only a fraction of the ugly

Or

Cruel

Or down right mean

That you say

To me

Then I am

A

Psycho.

A psycho.

The sum of those words do not equal love

I might not know a lot

But I know enough

To know what Love isn’t.

And it is not

Wednesday night

In our kitchen.