stupid RH. RH you better turn up in a different form. a different body. a different context. stop being such a bummer!
you waste like half of my life. teenhood youngadulthood wasting precious memory space in something so possible to salvage but never to the utmost because of your morphed state. your disability to really know the importance of your bloody body in front of mine. you were supposed to be the second coming of peter pan. show up at eq roof and take me away.
take me away yes siree. you big dumb ass. i've ghosted around enough thanks to you. i've been looking high and low for you. just for you. i imagined you looked like jm. but no. you look like crap. i even have uglyH typed on the screen of my phone. but still, you have some disgusting power over me that no one could destroy.
even work couldnt come in the way of such longing to see you, find you, be with you. you need to be replaced fast. is there any way that this fairytale can take place in reality with another? who is the other? reality is harsh, gross and unbelievably unkind to the need of the expression of love.
there's no quiet spot, isolated ground. public place for affection. all the artificial scenery with absolutely no lush. its bizarre but no love's ever gonna take root in these dire circumstances.
believe me, i really wanna rid you off my memory. look forward. but its just that there is rarely anything to. only the world of entertainment is comforting. but its entertainment, unreal portrayed by the real, living much reel lives.
if this isnt the year i'm about to see you
i'm about to crack
