What use of me the world does have is none.
I am certainly of no benefit
Lay me in London and leave me be
The same old cliches will still hold true:
If you are alone, you may not be lonely.

fragile earth
tarnish its pulp
in my molars, adult

and a sheen that
lays paper

kites flying inside
gum nerves &

the brass touches
porcelain

you give me
cavities, my love
our life is so sweet

i feel your words
before they
are said

the homeostasis
as you speak

strength.

Congratulations.
You managed to **** me the *******.
That's very hard to do.
Someone should give you a medal.

It scares me
the thought of a boy
like you
and a girl
like me
I'm scared
I don't want anyone to love me
I get uncomfortable
because my thoughts are
just daydreams
but with you it
could be real
Maybe that's why we always
pick the wrong ones
     stupid girls
we're just afraid of true love
why?
I couldn't tell you
I feel it
but I don't know what it is
Everytime we talk
I'm waiting for something
to go wrong
but you're just so wonderful
It scares me
but at the same time
I think
          *this could be love

I'm giving up sleep
my thoughts are too deep
Can barely last the day
don't let me sl
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bitter *****.
She's cold, distant -- like the arctic

(in)sensitive.
which one am i?
both.
or maybe neither.
senses, sensing, emotion.
sometimes, i shut myself off from that.
i don't want to cry,
get upset,
be bothered.
i don't want to be angry,
misunderstood,
apathetic.
too much of one,
too little of another.
i guess i can't be both.
i just don't want to be,
(in)sensitive.