i don't seem to be very good at reading girls nowadays.
i throw open my arms the second they smile in my direction,
and bow on the ground at every word they speak.
my worship always consists of curling up at their feet
though i prefer worship just below the belt.
the gods must have cursed me
but i probably deserve it.
my heart snakes around my body like a vine,
there isn't a way to hold me
without destroying something.
