

I Wish He Was More PoeticI wish he was.... more poetic.I Wish He Was More Poetic
He can write about me and my mess, that it comforts him to see it there. About my reese's wrapper stuck in a tea-cup, and above that my underwear. About my shoes on top of his, stacked in front of the wooden door that I keep forgetting to lock. About my ponytails and scrunchies and oriental soup & spoons, so much I have in stock.
About the razorback shirt that I borrowed; it was red, white, gray and black. I can't help but say I've been comfortable in that thing, and I'm still not giving it back. He can write about the bag I'm crazy over, and would say that


4:39 A.M.4:39 A.M.4:39 A.M.
What do you do at this time of the night? I think you're sleeping, so not like me.
I wonder much about what you're doing all the time. Obssessed. Glowing. Fluttering. Wondering. Thinking. Dreaming. Different.
What are you doing? Please wake up, please? I wish you knew what I needed all of the time.
I wonder much about what you're doing all the time. Insomniac. Anxious. Curious. Erratic. Obsessed. Alive. Nervous.
I wish you were awake, so we can talk. I need to talk, I


All is spoken ofEach and everyday the itch in my veins grow stronger,All is spoken of
the more I am affected the more I can't hold on to any longer.
Every breath is like a second from a ticking clock, A slight burst will give you a definite shock.
All is spoken of, pretty much in the same manner, you have to comprehend, I really don't care about this chatter.
It goes in one ear and I force it out of the other, I don't want to hear it anymore, just go and cry to your mother.
My blood is boiling from within the burden you made me carry, and the one thing you should really be is wary. &nbs
How are you?
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"Cave ne ante ullas catapultas ambules" - If I were you, I wouldn't walk in front of any catapults.
-Shogun
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