In this kingdom of dread, she straightened my hair and advanced my thoughts on my own insufficiency.
Never does it spawn out of the soil that you fit perfectly between her sheets and smell like peppermint,
The way we all sniff herbs in the garden,
How she now sits awake at night and will inevitably kick me out.

How much was I faking drunk to spur conversation

And how much is this...

Destiny, and all the pun that lies between here and idiosyncrasy.

I'm not whole, it's the way I always crack, thinking life has ran in circles and spit spheres into orbit.

Humor, humor, I wish I'd burn.