even though i should be writing down a plan for my life,
i'm stuck here writing poetry to survive and taking comfort in comic relief.
because heartbreak after heartbreak, each one getting harder and harder to deal with,
i find myself saying this is something i can't take OR become immune to.
i used to brush it off when things got bad.
but i'm real real sad.
haha. pardon my adept vocabulary. but you know what. sometimes you just have to think about the basics.
aaaaand. it seems like the only thing definite in my life these days is my will to survive, my words on paper, and my heart beat in my chest.
OUCH! i'm burning. wrapped inside a box i can't get out of!
i can't breeeeathe! i'm choking!
haha. pardon my melodramatic soliloquy.
it's just, trying to stay afloat these days means being BFF's with our monetary currency.
forget my "will to survive"
if it were up to me, i'd settle in a cave. loin cloth and all.
but who knows, i think sometime down the line i'd have to pay taxes for sleeping in a government owned park you know what i'm saying?
see. i like writing, it distracts me from yesterday's thoughts to today's random dreams.
oh and one more thing...
i say i really want "you." to be withyou. love you.
truth is, i don't even want myself.
oh and this is to you know who...
after my heart
broke i
couldn't imagine
days becoming
easier or
faster. no they
got slower,
harder than you'd
imagine.
just
know that i
loved you
more than you loved yourself!
now, i know you can't believe that
oh, but you'd better! you're
prude, and
quite
rude.
shut
the fuck
up. you
violent
womanizer before i
x
you out
zealously.
