i'm strange and sick and so fucking unique. that is what i give. you could not meet anyone else who cares as much as i do for every little thing. i try in my way, to get you to smile, for all i could. though this world limits me and poisons me and makes me quietly brave. but i see you, like all the song lyrics ever could. everything they paint is, right there. soft coughing whispers around your hair. what no one else sees or knows or will ever know because they don't have their windows down or their sweater on or that mix tape with the kid colours and the inky letter shaped smile. i wait. i stare as i'm waiting to find. but the more i care, the more i give a damn about you, the more you destroy. like you were afraid of any fucking brilliance.
and the world comes sweeping back in and i lose any steam i've gained here and i can't write any more but i'm still sad and you still don't know. if anything, you move a little more away. any expression beyond those shitty slutty smiles is wrong and wracked. i can't fucking stand it. stuck in a world that doesn't give me a damn. give me your fucking fire, at least. hate me, so i can give you all my fucking love. break me like a cure all. care at fucking all. understand that all madness balances out the infinite possibility of beauty. hold my fucking hand. then you would understand.
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