this room used to feel bigger when you were in it I missed you at the time but I miss you even more now that you’re back your laugh has become toxic your humor snide who would have thought then that you’d be full of such pride? such shit? you’re legit on my final nerve ending and I just killed the last cell in my brain that cared about you and about what you think but if that were true then this all wouldn’t hurt so much would it?
maybe I’ll get bored and write some poetry on the shitter that might feel good
I only feel together when I’m tearing myself apart that’s a life of hypocrisy
I can like you as a person and hold you at a distance let me set my intention I don’t need your permission I don’t need you I don’t mean that don’t cross me don’t leave me did you ever love me? do you love me now? do you even like me? it’s all unknowable
my mind is like a rabbit more active at night and in the early morning
maybe if I keep writing I’ll find her again only a fool wouldn’t try
people say the devil has a sharp tongue well maybe the devil is just a woman with wit that sharpens the sword of her tongue and writes with a crystal ball point pen that must be what they thought in Salem when witchcraft was a more reasonable excuse than god creating woman with a brain when all she came from was the rib of Adam written by man
at least if you have split personalities you’re never lonely
sometimes it feels like I’m stranded sometimes it feels like I’m drowning and sometimes it feels like both all at once with varying severities oh sorry what was the question? I’m fine thanks for asking
sometimes I feel dizzy and I wonder is this what drugs feel like? and I close my eyes and enjoy it for a second while the world keeps on moving without me but I know that really it’s just my internal valve wound too tight building up the pressure in my soon-to-burst purple veins
Fudge It! 