****** Up

It doesn't take a

shrink

to tell me that

yelling

**** you*

isn't exactly

the best way

to let you know

i need you.

and my aunt Tay -

she coulda

kept her say

'cuz i already

know

that my fists kept

close(d)

is what's

keeping me

from

you

giving me

what

i need

annnd

beating them

against your

chest

probably

doesn't tell you

too simply

to hold

me

even

tighter -

listen,

i have

way too many

*****

to give

to be

giving them all

to you

poor you.

i know.

and it all

drives me so nutty

that you

my baby got

stuck

in this heart

of putty

ive got

you

sputty-

babblin' about

how you

want to keep on

doing this

forever.

and ever?

I love you.

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