The gears in your head are clicking, turning, trying to figure me out.
Give up, fuck up.
I'm just a regular kid in a regular world.
And it's oh-so-depressive.
What's a regular world anyway?
Better yet what's an irregular one?
New hair.
Might put horizontal black stripes on the white stripe; the rest is black.
Audrey likes it.
If life is a broadway play, you're a good actor.
You've got it all baby, brains and beauty.
But I'd fuck you and leave you before I'd really make you mine.
Or I'd make you mine then forget you.
Baby you make me forget myself.
My mind and my morals my friends and my family.
I forget it all with you.
But the funny thing is I like your best friend more.
You're cute and all but he makes me laugh, makes me cry, makes me FEEL.
And you can't do that.
There's nothing you can say or do to make me love you, I'm sorry.
But him...
His smile, his voice makes me smile.
His laugh tears my heart up.
And if his laugh can do that, think of what seeing him cry would do to me.
I want to hold him and tell him it's okay.
I'm crashing and burning
I'm tossing and turning
I'm screaming, I'm crying,
I'm here, just here dying.
Take my hand, take me on.
Tell the truth tell a lie.
Make me yours, make me hurt,
make me smile make me cry.
Capital letters, semicolons and commas.
I'm sending you love wrapped in paragraphs and parentheses.
This heart is lined in dashes and dots, backslashes and brackets.
Asterisks and underscores, all for you with kisses on quotation mark lips.
I just wrote a poem about love and punctuation.
Which means I'm insane.
It's 7AM.
Save me.
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