this is for you
for being petite
for being artistic
for repelling me
for drawing me in and then shutting me out
for making me reckless
for all my silly facebook status updates
you make me squirm and more
i despise the day i chanced on you
that day is long gone but the torment builds
my train is derailed but fuck the chaos
there ain't any merit now anyways
it's like those epic pink floyd songs with the chorus deflated
now is gone
and here is stale
i'm a year older
your words are crisp
they're strewn in rhythms of silver and gold and diamond dusts!!!!
afterall i'm just a lunatic
i'd do well in life just stalking you
a whiff of you
and i'd inhale it in super slow-motion
disperse paranoia
squander genuine maggot love
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