(2013)
#Liar #Psychopath
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…