and.

you know, there's a lot of mean girls in the city
and a lot of Chloes, a lot of eyeliner smudges and fake IDs

no x no y no z
anyone would look pretty behind your walls
trade beats for books!

enter glass shards, cigarette butts
there's a Smirnoff spill on your dress, didn't you notice?
guess not guess too too much



who's buying your drinks while I'm scratching the ceiling?

forgive my ranting.

I never thought of myself as a jealous person until today.
I guess I was wrong.

It shouldn't bother me
it REALLY shouldn't bother me
but I don't trust her

and who the hell sends
winking emoticons to guys and then
calls herself a lesbian?

SURE.
just stop. just stop.
you should have learned your lesson
last year
cause I heard the story, and uhm

you can't. you won't. you never will. it's done.


I'm probably just being paranoid.
maybe you miss his friendship, and not what I think you miss.

...but I doubt it.

...

why worry, my dear
if ellipses and parentheses are
merely jealous of our grammar

but nonetheless you stammer as
we reset the margins, remove
the superfluous,
breathing like commas
then dashes...

forget
the ashes of your language
stare into the pupils that dot my eyes
leave no spaces.

I wish I could write like this.

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry

- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other; then

laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

-e. e. cummings