I'd like to cut my heart open
to take you out
or maybe
to see you one more time

Je pense, soulement.
Je me souviens les jours de toi.
Pour quoi?
Je ne sais pas.
Je t'adore. Je sais que tu sais ça mais je dis-le anyhow.

I'd rather not go to sleep
by 10pm,
or find my pants and shirt,
and just suffer in the morning.
I'd rather not organize my papers,
charge my laptop,
clean up my crayons.
I'll do it tomorrow instead.
I'd rather not think or feel
or remember how much I miss you.
Instead
I'll suffer
in the
morning.

Write and
Write and
Write and
Write.
With your pencil
Be the knight.

What am I to do?
Even when I'm not thinking,
I'm thinking of you.