oh my dear i like the way you like me but i really have to tell you: truancy is only fun one time a week and after that it ages you, so every seven days I’ll continue to provide a vacation from, but twice is far too often, you’ll get sick of me and then: i’ll be gone. oh my dear i like the way you stutter but it’s not enough to make me learn to cook and give massages, whatever law of gravity makes boys hold on, i lost all of my jewelry so don’t lend me an intimate thought, i lost my phone the other day but i can’t call you anyway or you’ll get caught. oh my dear you’re like the taste of juniper in gin i can’t stop reeling, i have a feeling that i like you but i can’t remember what we talked about, this fantasy is devastating i don’t have the strength of will, before i really know you leave me alone and go back to your girlfriend. soon you’ll realize, you already live with the prize, i just symbolize some other life. oh i feel really bad about all of the words that you had until i step out of that page and into my day.
