I promised myself no more love letters
Because they’re just too much effort and never clever
But like my love for you I’m worried these poems will be around forever
I see all these men and their souls
He offers to make me happy and gave me his heart, whole
And it’s terrible because all I could do was console
His love-sick mind because of you
I’m stuck on you and your heart, you lovely black-hole

It’s ****** up because despite all these feelings
I can’t get over the idea and habit of concealing
I mean,
It’s funny how I think about this and everything else
every day, every day, every day
every **** way
But when I need to speak I don’t know what to say
How do I look at you and tell you
I no longer have good days
that no one ever stays
that there’s too much dirt in me to wash away

I can write it
But when I’m on the phone baby
I just can’t admit
my mouth becomes a tar pit
And the call just becomes static

You’re moving on
And all my calls and texts I know are starting to get frowned upon
But my love for you still bears down upon
I hate it because it’s you I still depend upon
And soon enough you’re going to be gone

I’m sorry for freaking
It’s just so much easier than actually speaking
I wish I could take your hand and you could just see my dreams
that I’m tryin’ to suppress with some greens
But beware, it’s all going to smithereens
So if you want to leave and never see me again then by all means

I understand
You live in the normal world, the holy land
and I’m stuck in no man’s
Just please don’t forget
Because you’ll always be worn on my chest
a drying, falling rosette.