Notes: I wrote this about the most wonderful man in the universe who just happens to have nicknamed me jelly bean, jelly baby and dolly mixture, but I couldn’t write a poem about a jelly bean so I wrote about a dolly mixture instead. I don’t like the thought he’d hurt me, but it’s inevitable and this would be like our break up song/poem/thing that he’d repeat to himself over and over until I got home. I’m a dreamer, deal with it. Free form, no real structure or whatever, it was just random, don’t start… I’m adding this to the greatest hits because I love it.

What do you do with a broken dolly?
Patch up her wounds and say you’re sorry?
What do you do when all you do is atone?
You patch up your dolly and you bring her back home.

Dolly mixture, loved and fixed her.
Sugar sweet, my only fixture.
The only one I ever knew, the only one who dragged me through,
until I broke her, until she stopped,
now I drown in bubblegum pop.
Pop. There goes another bubble.