Do you know how I waste away
now? Sleeping, in dreams
Walking, in thought
showering
It's disgusting
and wrong
but there is nothing else I would rather be doing
.
you're there
.
I hate you
I hate how you make me feel
about your cruel ridiculing laugh
about your face as you tune
about your strict stiff shell
your eyes that bloom
and
it's
putting me
through
hell, Lord do I want you
.
I beg and beg
of you, get out of my mind
Never
ever let me get into yours. But, well
that's Never been much of a problem, has it?
If it has
if it is,
by some chance
.
.
never give me one
.