when he tells me to stop
i suppose i have to
but he does not control me!
not in any way does that boy control
a **** thing about me
only my heart, as if i would listen to it anyway
when he yells
he does so in whispers, murmurs
when he's ecstatic
his world explodes with sound
so i know when he's quiet
that's when i've ****** up
and oh, i consistently **** up
i hate him
i love him
i detest him
i adore him
then the day ends by the moonlight
and begins anew with the rising sun
i always love him by the time my head crashes against the pillow
his music
my words
his portraits
my photographs
his father
my sister
his heart, my heart, our hearts are basically the same *****
his words
my songs
his photographs
my art
his history
my father
his world, my world, our world is all our own, all alone
his laugh is magic
his logic is constantly flawed
his voice throws me off balance
and his attitude enrages me
god, do i love him
********* do i hate him
adore, detest, treasure, loathe, who cares? it's all ours
dear, ******** love, ******* sweetheart, idiot
who cares?
it's all ours