my mind is overflowing with thoughts right now, as they spill out i hurry to try and catch them, some get away, some stay and i guess whats here is wut was salvaged. i hope you enjoy my mess. you must feel so special knowing that you can make me sick, does it make you proud to know that the lack of your phone calls can result in my sleeping in until late afternoon without eating without showering and crawling on my bedroom floor in agnoy? with my greasy matted hair and undesguised face i cry out and wish that you would still think i was beautiful when im not in costume. but this of course is too much to ask of you...poor baby who has been calloused by the world its not ur fault you cant trust-its hers. wuts her name again? that girl you love, the one you think about when i read you my poetry. when i speak of broken hearts and unfailing desire you picture her face...i picture her blood. and its most certainly true that i have lied to you but only because i know honesty is like a knife...i was just being careful, i was just being considerate. why would i want to cut you? i guess ive changed my mind cuase all thats spilling out of me now are verses as true as the bible. take it. shove it. devour it like you have devoured me. you monster...freak...how could you have the nerve to mess with me like she messed with you. and please, spare the oxygen and dont say a word. keep your mouth shut and not because your voice can make me quiver but because i cant stand the scent of bullshit.