here's to another moment of thinking about the electrical feeling i get when you smile at me and how it shoots through my veins (the men in white coats call it infectious) they say, he says, she says, they all say you will never be the good of me but what does it matter when you spark my own cellular regeneration and set fire to my blood? what does it matter that you're toxic because you don't shut me down but build me back up, all the little pieces and cells that trap the glitter in my eyes when they meet you. my heart is like a sunset when we exchange eye contact (not literally though) what does all these useless blabbering matter when you are human and can never understand the painful cries of a dying seagull? the stars shine when you're here but they disappear as soon as you do too. "this dependency will shatter you" said she, the one who should know what's happening to me.
oh don't worry sweetheart i'll be alright (i'll say it just in case you care to drop by with cheap violets from next door), just mind the broken glass when you step through the door next time. i forgot to put up a warning sign.
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Poetrya collection of poetry, or something along that, to the person who made having a lead role in a tragedy play not so bad
