Uploaded on Sep 25, 2009
a faulty chromosome - warmish piles
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We are not taught how to love, and all that is presented in front of us is misleading, unhelpful, and ridiculous. I can barely take care of myself, and I struggle to co-exist with another human. It has been very difficult to find a girl who feels the same way I do about this idea of "love" and "relationship." I didn't know what to do, or if I should just avoid the entire ordeal and keep to myself. But I think above all else, I did not want to cling to someone out of fears of being alone instead of learning to be stronger and face them.
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back-to-back with mis-kissed cheeks. dishes drown in soap-sopped sinks.
we couch-collapse, all soured of schemes and TVOD,
we need some soothing from the oozing, dull diablerie she beams because....
! We are too tense, terse and tuckered to try!
oh dear, were mere warm-ish piles
of dreams,hopes,and scented soaps ,there for our arms to grab hold
a human blanket to seem slightly less cold/guess you'll suffice while serotonin is low
no I'm not heartless but I do believe that. Oh, I know that were just both too scared to see that.
Listen, I resented you 'cause you were mean to me so I neglected you. that got mad at me for feeling far from you which got youworrying and now it's operose to even think 'cause we react to every little thing and no one listens. Listen! Listen!
-when did we become our parents? Just grin and bare it? We wouldn't dare that.
Oh, i tried to be asexual. Tried futon sectionals: "Beds for intellectuals"
in hindsight it's never not ridiculous and yet we forget this and insist on spinning chrysalises
And i know that this isn't what we want ( to be the sulking sad-sack spouses in a restaurant)
we were supposed to be tag-team champs,not pit against each other in this lumberjack match. Why can't we see that we're just big, little kids spilling foibles and fibs with the crumbs on our bibs
screeching "Look what you did?! Would you look what you did!?!"
and we both flip our lids but we fail to forgive... and so...
oh dear, were mere warm-ish piles of dreams,hopes,and scented soaps,there for our arms to grab hold to cajole into doing what we're told / to conceal that we feel so alone
(and no I'm not heartless to believe that Oh i, know that we're just both too scared to see that..)
Have we ceased to grow, Oh no!
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