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Aug 2016
Half of my brain is tired of always being second best.
My other half resents the rest.
There's not enough room for the two and
I think I've gotten crazier from spending so much time with you

Time is limited my dear, we've all been given a set amount of time.
One half of my brain tells me to spend it all with you, but thats a crime
Because that same half screams "Put her into a pit, she won't leave then"
and "IT RUBS THE LOTION ON ITS SKIN OR IT GETS THE HOSE AGAIN".


I've got glitter in my eyes maybe a little blood to
And my heart races whenever I look at you.
I'm not sure if its because I'm having those "visions" again.
They always keep me on the fence.
I just go nuts when you're around.
But if you turn your back you'll be six fit in the ground...
Don't be scared. But if you hurt me I hurt you.
I feel like a clown always tripping over my shoes when you stare.
It's really hard to act like I don't care

I'll wipe the glitter out of your eyes my dear,
And if someone speaks ill I'll cut off their ear.
I'll mix my blood with yours if I have to
Just so we can coat the world in red and not blue.
I've seen what our minds put together looks like
And trust me it looks much better than on a pike.
Anyone dare rise their head above you
And their head will roll on the ground in poo.
But be warned my dear, if you dare leave
Your family will surely undoubtedly grieve,
Because you want to know how I got these scars...
Lets just say the girl who gave me them is sleeping in tar.


Ha ha! Glad you're not talking to other girls.
If you were I'd have to stab you.
But I love you so much that'd I stitch you right back up.
Of course with strands of my hair.
Then I'd always be touching you.
Together me an you can accomplish great things as a team
And when you go to sleep I stare cause your my dream.
Lack of sleep feels funny.
Funny feels good.
Half of my brain is turning to mush...*

I will blow your brains and mine out,
Don't you let half your brain share a doubt,
Because I would want to die together
After all it will only be better.
I'm doing what is only due to me,
We belong in an eternal unity,
No let me phrase that, you are my stuff
And if I wasn't too nice, I'd chain you up
You belong to me, end of story.
Star Gazer
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