a field rabbit
with a glass of whiskey
called my name
said she missed me

a gentle stream
trickles behind my eyes
the white willow rooted in my lungs
whispers when i breathe
stones sit in my belly
buttons on my heart
sun spots on the ground beneath me
moss grown over my silly art
mushrooms and rocks and bugs and dirt
mother, take me home.

i can't think
i can't think
i don't know
i want to write you a song
im sorry
im high
i love you
and im so ******* high wow
i have lots of thoughts
and they're all very confusing
im gonna try to catch them
and spit them out here

ummm
first of all
this is not a love poem
i knowyou know i love you
and there's nothing i can do about it

deep inside
im hoping i can say something so meaningful
so moving, that you fall in love with me again
and take me back. but thats selfish
and unrealistc
because i dont even know if im speaking english
and im supposed to be happy for you
if he makes you happy

but anyways
this supposed to be about how
i realized that this is beyond my control
an that it is absolutely about you
im trying to understand
i want to understand
im going to end this
before i say anyhing else stupid