even if it was a fight
it was a distraction to this
there's aren't any more words
now that you're a limb i've cut off

It's like I hacked off a hobby of mine
your face, your objections
a lot of time..
put into you, with a funnel down your throat

I don't know if i'm mine anymore
I don't belong to you
I belong to the universe now
my rag doll form being pushed and pulled
with the ebb and flow of the every-day norm

hobbies of mine

It is the summer
And the days,
The days,
They are horribly
Terribly 
Long.

I miss you.


**F**.**Z**.**N**