Write

Cursed with an inability to write, the words that flow through my fingers become muddled and sore and weathered and torn. These words do not make any sense and yet there is somewhat of an ebb in them. Oh please, what I would give for you to give me back those flowing words, those crystal and crimson words so that I can then write... Write about me, write about you, write about the tree that sits outside my windowsill and how bright the lighter burns when I hold it up to my eyes.

mind

my mind is a dangerous place to be, filled with chainsaws, knives and other obscure items that inflict immense pain on another. 'never gonna break never gonna break', well i have. it's a terrible feeling, to just be split wide open, have the guts pulled out of your chest, thrown into the ground, doused in gasoline, lit on fire and put through a tree shredder. well what can we do about that? nothing. absolutely nothing. because fuck, my mind is a dangerous place to be

Box

That box he had it hidden in for a while was starting to crack open when everything was going so well, everything was just going amazingly. It started to pry its way out but he didn't let it. He couldn't let it. Not yet.

Fuck valentines

Fuck roses because I would rather be a seed that grows on you and around you 365 days of the year. You could watch me blossom into the rarest flower of them all; yours.

Fuck chocolates because you need to realise your own sweetness and you don't need a day to do that. As for being an aphrodisiac... That can be arranged.

Fuck the love songs because the only fucking song that matters to me is your voice and that will always be the number one single of my fucking heart. Its quality is greater than the vinyls of your favourite artists. The lyrics are spoken every day and it's like a song that is forever composing and playing simultaneously in my ear canals.

Fuck the romantic movies because we all know that they're total bullshit and are not indicators of what happens in reality. Although if you want that shit to happen, please tell me and I will do it any other day than this day. There will be me with a boombox outside your window and a fucking horse carriage

Fuck the cards because you write the card in my heart every fucking day and you sign it with gratitude and sincerity. It means much more than words printed on some fucking cardboard. I could write yours too and fill it with genuineness, soul and honesty.

Fuck the day in general. I don't need a day to fucking tell you how much I appreciate you because I do it every fucking day.

Fuck. Valentines.