Oh sweet Marci
I cried in my dreams
For your tears
Though day comes and
Chemicals keep
my eyes dry
I want blank dreams
Where I don’t have
To feel anything
I want blank dreams
I want blank dreams

People like you die young, she said
You don't drink, don't
do drugs, eat healthy, rarely
go out, rarely meet new girls

But you keep on writing, boy, you
keep on writing
and that's enough to outweigh
all the above

You'll see

Some people eat dreams

for
breakfast

and
lunch

and
dinner

and it's not even because
they can't afford food

best part about having no friends
is having no enemies either
best part of having no significant other
is being able to feel whole by yourself
best part of solitude is
solitude
best part of loneliness is...
I wouldn't know that. I never
felt lonely.

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“Why do I love” You, Sir?
Because—
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—

The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—
Because He’s Sunrise—and I see—
Therefore—Then—
I love Thee—

You're my medicine and pain
The scar inside my brain
Can you heal me?
Because all I want is you out
Before I go insane...