(2013)
#Liar #Psychopath
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
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just start over not so much like anything was particularly
the very idea that i could be
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center