Do you ever sit and dwell on thoughts of your old, unrewarding crushes? They're always the world at first, but over time their personalities begin to decay. And sadly, I still believe I caught a glimpse of something real through the seams of a stitched-up heart, even though many truths were spoken in jest. I will continue nail-chewing, nervously, 'cause I can still taste their salt on me; Never regretting-- yet, denying-- the deafening growl of my chainsaw libido overpowering theirs, as it cut right through, leaving our bodies in a lifeless spoon. This somehow helped me to overcome that kind of rejection when I was still tangible to the elitists I wished would keep out of my reach. But now, I've paid my dime to come to terms with the cool of the discomfort crashing down around me, like a black raspberry avalanche.