When what's in the the mirror is satisfying
When what's in a head is finished growing
When what the tongue does is mostly lying
It's better off to just get going

When the palms have callused over
When the billfold is filled completely
When the lifestyle is of a drover
Nothing ever tastes as sweetly

I fell hard for you last time
and broke my knows
Were busy and weren't
responsivable for
gravity's reign, beau

*******, what hurt more?
Broken knows, the face slap
or going home a loan?

We had a deal that wasn't
honored by you or me.
Aye for an aye to get buy
but you took my self
and broke it over your need.

I sat down at our table today.
I'd forgotten how warped the wood
could be.

I stared at the paper menu and
ordered the same thing from last time,
lemon chicken.

I haven't spoke in days. I've had
conversations but talking and listening
aren't speaking.

The grain of the table traces out
an indecipherable message of supreme
importance.

I crack the table's code and weep
for their are no more puzzles to solve
in here.

What are you going to
be like when you finally
mellow out?

I can't see you changing
enough to hold a job or even
be productive.

Maybe that's your entire
existence; show me the error
of purpose.

You're the best and worst
person I know at every single
moment.

That's a purpose for now.

You're the kinda girl people write poems
about, aren'tcha?
***** Limericks, but still, poetry!
Something about white shoes
and your off & way
My tongue placed firmly in your cheek.

Chest-nut-hair and other lurid details
But ******' nothing meant, right?
I a-polo-gize profuzely
you've just got me in a fluff
No,
        don't  
                       walk
                                  a_way

I'm not trying to be esotaroric, esotaric, asoturric
****. Just listen, I wrote a limpprick about you
I can't even whatknow that's...wrong again.
What I'm Trying To Say Is Nothing; I Should Say Nothing.

Nothing is good-write?
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