I could explode
I could be a bulimic vomit on your shoe
I could dance and scream and run and
fly……..
There is unsolved equation in my bones
they cross and calculate but wither and die
They thin
When you stopped listening
Don’t lie in my face you mother fucking
cunt
Don’t lie so still in this morning light
I might draw red from your throat
and claim teenage idolism
I might be drastic and stereotypical just
to love you
And how embarrassing would
that be?
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