i. Anger has made me bitter
but I don't want to be bitter, I want to be sweet.
i feel like i'm a monkey
shitting on a conveyor belt at
i'm no longer a fish,
i don't flip and flop
now I toss and turn
ii. you've failed to RSVP to the party in my pants
iii. i am in love with Jekyll
because he is the dog and the wolf.
I PAY TRIBUTE TO A MASK
the sun on your back/in your eyes
on sunny days
there are still passing moments,
(overcast and billowing moods)
i can never tell whether it's the wolf or the dog i'm in the company of--
these days i know my limits.
i would never take on a task I couldn't handle.
If I want something badly enough, I make it work,
like shoes a size too big
iv. sleep is for the weak, but i'm 6 days into a "nap"
tumbling down passages of strange and foreign books,
grasping for some thing
v. I might love you. I love you. I loved you.
vi. i hate you on sometimes hours and find myself okay with that when i can't remember your face.
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