eater of olives

i have an ugliness inside that i can't seem to erase. a dangerous decision it would be to kiss your face. because i call this shot, i may be better left unspoken. you might like it or deny it and let the awkward pause kick in. i'll just sit here with a bowl of olives counting them like money. until then i hope you realize that small prizes in life, sweeter than honey are the only things that matter to the people of equal value. take an olive as a charm of my adoration. eat it quick because if you don't, you'll see what happens to all the good things when you let them sit for too long.