Paradox

I give advice 

that I hope 

you don’t take, 

sing a punchline 

when I’d rather 

weep,

I sell my 

laughter for cream 

in my coffee,

don’t tell me 

that good things 

aren’t cheap.

I water flowers 

that bloom in 

the desert,

fold socks 

into unmated 

pairs,

I scream 

soliloquies 

into my pillow,

and am shocked 

to find nobody 

hears. 

I’m just 

a picture 

of all that I 

once was,

I hope that 

you don’t mind 

the view, 

I keep on 

changing, 

the channels 

are flipping, 

But darling, 

you still feel 

like you.