i've bitten of a piece of my shadow and stopped looking
hoping for something more, and
nothing less

apology accepted, take it as my
clack a tack against your shoulder to remember nonsense
all the time

i've always been blunt in a good way
but with certain aspects electrocuted
and born

what makes them happy makes them happy
i'm happy to do so, but you, sad, i think
i'm sorry

it doesn't matter if it makes me happy or sad or frustrated
I feel abysmal without you and searching for you in a sea of admirers-
I quit.