agh, why is this like this

okay here goes

you win, you love me more than i love you.

i was maybe ready for a casual thing, but it hasnt even been a year, and you want marriage

i mean, i love you, but not this much.

i think its gone too far, and when im off to uni i wont want to do long distance, thats too much.

i cant be your dependent babe

i suppose im also being selfish, i wanna have fun, and kiss people at the club and have one night stands.

and thats selfish, but this is an intense relationship, and i dont want an intense relationship

i have been put on backwards
i wipe the sweat from my brow, after a long day of doing nothing
my feet are planted now
i will unscrew my head and yell at my filthy body
i'd have alot of words
empty poetry
people doing nothing
i am stinking of liar
it hurts to describe
i am a book on the shelf
youll just read the titles
you can run your fingers on the ridges of my spine
i am pine bound
falling behind on my spectacle

i do not want you to feel as though you have invited in a dark creature

something ravenous and dangerous

but i am a bad person, as i have proven to myself

i talk too much for my own good

this is no longer a poem, its more just a vomit of my brain

i have gotten too drunk on sadness, and now i have to be sick

i am sticking my fingers down my throat over the toilet bowl

wretching

i think part of me wants to be seen as a tragic character, but im not tragic, i think im just poorly written

it is a domino effect

ugh, who do you think you are?

will toledo?