i can’t say anything she doesn’t know,
and she won’t hear anything she doesn’t choose,
she thinks only pain brings her to reality.

looking towards a could have been
and (a little) worried that it is better than the will be i am choosing

if man is an animal,
and if an animal is just bacteria’s big brother,

my passion is dead
no longer burning with desire to be with a her

i hear nothing
no sense
no unsense

when i finally found you, you must have seen it on my face
because you thought it was cute [as always]

smelling summer through the open windows
while working on the computer and listening to Beck.

i can still hear your giggle
i hate it

(i want a girl with enough will power and personality
to not be overrun by my personality and will power)

i wish i had $1,000 for each time i have heard that,