When will you be back?
why what do i feel
this is not even,
you are not even real,
yellow transposed by blue,
whit eon black,
your style is a
hue.
your pastel loneliness,
i wish u were a girl,
oh how i wish
you were a tall lovely
girl,
not u.
When will you be back?
when i was in thekitchenandi
told you all about you,
on my mind,
all the time
i was crying and your smile seemed
dismembered,
still trying so damn hard to hold onto a
joke.
spilling ink onto you,
onto the frame onto the picture,
filled with the epitome of
self
expression;
do u want me,
or are u just too scared?
piled up upon,
i do not even think you are
substantial,
i kno this for a fact,
but u r there.
air between your bones,
your teeth,
your ribs and scull,
and nothing in between the in between the air,
but more nothingness
that i want to extract something
from.
bitte
bitte
bitte
bitte
i will bitte for you, please and
thank for you,
piss and pray for you,
bitte and claw my way toward nothing and you
and some thing we call a minor third means destined fool
a cold perhaps kiss?
too late,
too much anyway
(bitte).
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