Sometimes I question your sanity,
When you say that you love me so badly.
Your smile makes me happy,
And this poem is getting quite sappy,
But I don't give an actual fuck.
Finding you was probably luck,
Loving you was...I don't know.
I love you, though.
So um, that's just about it.
It's our own personal metaphor:
The pessimist loves the pessimist,
And that makes them both optimists.
I love you, dearie,
Love,
Carrie
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Screaming Through Oblivion
Poetry"Hell is other people." ~Jean-Paul Sartre. Always expect the worst- it eliminates disappointment. An odd collection of mostly depressing poetry, because I'm a depressed and depressing person.
