Oh dear little darling, dear little sister
sorry for breaking your leg in twister
Sorry for setting fire to your dolls
and for eating all your cinnamon rolls
But I love you dear sister with all my heart
Love you to the end
Loved you from the start.

I want to write about the needle pins you poke on my spine
When I try, however.
I'm distracted by the parrot on my shoulder
bickering the sadness away.
He's a ******* parrot who's words mean nothing.
With a time bomb of a friendship.
He listens to the words that escape my mouth like smoke under a door and questions everything I do (as if he actually cares.)
I'll miss the parrot on my shoulder....
I forgot how life was without him.

I like to be annoying
Only when it's sweet as the sugar plums
I'm relentlessly hard-headed
But i take immense pride with that
No doubt in my mind
Not a single doubting fragment
I'm a magnet
That never stops it's force
When it comes to my passion for you

Alone*
is what I really am
not really wanted
I'll just stop existing
anyways- *I'm exhausted
tired of being used
always forgotten..
*so I guess this is goodbye..

Sometimes, I can be a bit much
I might text you multiple random things at a time
And I’ll know you read them
But i’ll keep sending them anyways
I’ll constantly be talking to myself
Because it seems like
No one wants to talk to me
I’ll be there for you always
But you’ll never return the favor
I’m there to worship at your feet
But you push me away when it’s my turn
And I start going insane
Thinking constantly
Ignoring you
Ignoring everyone
Because
Sometimes, I can be a bit much

It's actually super annoying that I think about you all the time.

But its weird
I'd never date you
I'd never kiss you
Yet somehow I seem to miss you

Because it's like I've lost a best friend
Because it's like I've lost so many memories
Because I feel guilty for hurting you

You have no idea how much I care
Its kind of pathetic when you think about it
You probably don't think about me at all

I guess thats my fault though
Because once upon a time
We used to be something
But I got scared
And fear controls.

Ever since you started following me I realised you are a husk of a soul.

Your mere presence is irritating.

The fact that you're being an irritation bolsters my assessment that you are actually an irritating being.

What's it like to be an irritant?

Not sure.

I know you're being a stimulant.