there is something about the oreo

there is something about the oreo
the one which once sat on your desk
my hopes and fantasies hidden beneath
the blue wrapper that i wished you had opened.

there is something about the oreo
the one which i gave at the start of your day
to probably shine some light into
the dim morn you had then.

there is something about the oreo
the one that you left untouched, undisturbed
left laying there on your table through
till the day you left it for good.

there is something about the oreo
the one which i had hoped you would accept
that stabs through me when i see it now
a reminder of my foolishness.

there is something about the oreo
that makes me moan in sadness
what once was a symbol of hope
is now but a painful reminder of reality.

there is something about the oreo
that makes me regret yesterday so much
all the hopes and dreams i had, i should have known
were so undeserving of me.

there is something about the oreo
that makes me want to move on
but held back by the rejection plastered on it
a flashback of the tearful walk home

there is something about the oreo
that begs for acceptance
from anybody, anyone
before my heart is at peace

there is something about the oreo

there is...

and it is you.

brenden.