words words words... how i love you.
i love thinking of you and how i can arrange and structure you
into deciphering my thoughts.
i love thinking of your origins...
and sometimes, just who in the hell made you up
and what were their ponderings.
but words, some of the time,
i despise your very existence.
if not for you, i wouldn't be
in this mess i am in now.
if not for you...
my thoughts would still be
just the electrical shocks they are..
firing on and on in the confusingly squishy,
organic mass in my uppermost cavity.
it's because of you
that my head aches.
and my lonesome thoughts
have no one worth thinking of
the different yous to use.
i love thinking of you and how i can arrange and structure you
into deciphering my thoughts.
i love thinking of your origins...
and sometimes, just who in the hell made you up
and what were their ponderings.
but words, some of the time,
i despise your very existence.
if not for you, i wouldn't be
in this mess i am in now.
if not for you...
my thoughts would still be
just the electrical shocks they are..
firing on and on in the confusingly squishy,
organic mass in my uppermost cavity.
it's because of you
that my head aches.
and my lonesome thoughts
have no one worth thinking of
the different yous to use.
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pre:
id call it the bastard child of a short lived marriage with a jug of wine. my brain said pull out, but my unprotected and purple stained lips continued to feed my blood stream with alcoholic grapes...
heartbaker:
Awwwwww