I miss you...like how the soap suds stick to the wall in my shower in little groups...
Actually...that makes no sense...
Who are you? maybe if i knew that better...i'd have more luck describing the 'missing of you'...
keep in mind...i'm not too sure who i am...
Then again...maybe that's for the best...
Sometimes.
(sometimes) i wonder if the future ever looks back at the past and laughs ?
but then i think...
what a silly thing to wonder...
Perfect Pasta.
How perfect is my pasta, as it sticks to the pot?
make me yearn for a trip to the moon and to be able to wear a lime green track suit...or to kiss the next person i see...
let me rewind time or pause a moment...let me ask you about your shoes...
let the walls cave in...
lets decide never to look behind our backs as we walk down the street no matter how loud the sound is...
punch me in the face...and break my nose...
reach for a star from the tip of your toes...
sit alone...
hunt rats...search them out...be-friend them...let them guide you in their ways...through the sewers...
puke in a bag...and send it to my house with a bow and a card...and write thanks for understanding...
miss me...when your with me...and forget me when i'm away...
drive a steak through my good leg...and laugh as i hobble away...
looking so...weak...
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never tell me you understand...and after your dead...i promise i wont go through your stuff.
Crab Carriage.
Your socks keep my head level and as my eyes watch them flopping around in the dryer i'm reminded of the time you ate a whole lot of mushrooms and found a baby carriage in the middle of the road and then when you looked inside sitting in neatly peaceful in the centre of the carriage was a crab and you looked at it and after a while of silence you said 'crab carriage' and we went back to your apartment and fucked on the mattress that always smelt like kraft dinner cheese no matter how far away you kept your nose from it and when i was on top at one point you started to hum the tune from 'threes company' and if that wasn't enough you started saying 'oh furly, oh furly' and i kept my eyes shut tight the whole time and thought of chrissy.
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beachside through the crashing waves and the salty smells and a sandy itch that never goes away.
Hard boiled.
i'm hard boiled and goo filled and its pouring from the inside out and soaking my skin within my shell that is losing its strength and what else is weakening as i sleep ?
Q
uestion me silently, poke fun at my clothes behind my back, turn all my friends against me with lies, force feed me anxiety with every drink you buy for me...tell me the things i cant control you can take care of then forget these things half a second later...laugh when you have no clue what i'm saying, cry when you think i'm not giving you enough attention, act brave even though your shitless, make the least of every moment by never truly giving any of your self to any moment, when its pitch dark and you know i cant see ask me to guess how many fingers your holding up and no matter what i guess tell me i'm wrong, keep me around because you can't stand to be alone, and keep hoping things will change for you...while i try to fall asleep.
