the drip starts at my heart and works it's way up, like seizing.
i'm tired and in love.
the world won't smell the same as it does now and i won't be interested. all the men have a stench that isn't worth it.
you stand still with your perfect scent that sends me back to a year ago and you don't even understand me.
the same person who gives me reason to smile is the same one who has broken me yet you're still here. you are who showed me what lives in the sky and what it is to be gracious. i'm sorry i couldn't compare but i sure did try.
i remember when i got you to sing to me and you were embarrassed, you wouldn't look at me. the same thing that bothers you so much about me now.
i can't look you in the eye because i can feel it everywhere else and it hurts.
there's too much of you around me to keep me distracted. i've come too far and i'm too deep in to breath right again. i wish you understood.
i can't write because i can't feel anything but the hurt in my head and the expansion of my stomach, an affect of stereotypical upset binging, what happens when you cry.
i can still sit with you laughing the day it hits me which means that i love you.
i'll continue to laugh because of you, despite you.
i'll laugh at your funny faces and i'll laugh at the sound of your voice, i'll laugh because you're hugging me and i'll laugh because i'm crying.
i'll stick around because you have and my backbone will grow to how it used to be when i had some sort of structure. i've lost all that now and it'll all come back. then we'll start all over again
but the whole world's stench will only be covered when you're beside me.