Oh no, can you imagine walking down a rainy city with food waiting back at the house?
You can only eat the pizza if you exhaust yourself for the whole day with your beloved. Don't worry about worrying for the pizza's temperature.
Nobody is telling you you're perfect, neither will thee god say you're the best of them all. Thank for the time given you are with each other, fuck the rest.
No you aren't "salty" you are worn out by them, you hate that they have allowed you to purchase such goods for their own selfish benefits, yet you did not receive not one package containing goods you would of wanted/needed
Now it's back to reality, you feel the same again, don't you feel better? It's crazy. The raindrops on
my window disturb me, it's a horrible time for this.
Wha-what's this? Dear.
I have your fingers laced around mine, we smile for no apparent reason, that's what I like.
We don't end things by inputting a period, you are just halted by a block of isolation, you cunt.
We can't say the pizza isn't calling us.
Act like I don't know, we will have a century's worth of fun in my one bed room stay.
Do you believe today was great? I believe so
Sorry for my trip, I didn't sense any harm.
I wish we took things slower.
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Thursday
PoetryThe depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understan...
