trashed.
in my head.i cant seem to stop thiking of him.
im trying.
really, i am.
to not think of anything stupid.
like,really stupid.
STUPID?
ok studpid.
theres something in him.
that i cant.
i just cant.
give way for myself.
to have room.
to breathe,
breathe?
ok breathe ae....
see?
my poem doesnt rhyme.
no not at all.
not now that im pre-occupied.
by his face.
by his thoughts.
by typing fast now as usual.
thinking what to say next.
but words come out as if thier all just,
just trash.
love trash.
eow LOVE?
yes love.
infatuation love trash?
yes infatuation.
love.
trash.
pathetic...
la la la la la...
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