I Am The Ocean Chasing Bears And Reading Scriptures
Dear you (know who),
Have you ever noticed how all the best flames in your
fires are always the ones you see when you're not
looking?
Well then I guess you should pay more attention...or is
it "less" (attention)
(But to get back to our subject)
Did I fail to mention how I will sit still (at times)
and stir myself all up about you
Just beat/break myself into believing "I don't care!".
I can't care; could care, should care, but I don't.
And, now, as much as you know how I'd like to; (well)
but I'm gonna say a thing.
(Be)cause you just might be compelled to reciprocate
(reciprocate)
...and I don't know if I wanna let myself(s) get/be
crushed like:
This and like that (repeat that shit, G).
(I guess I'm really getting to)
I just need to leave, knowing that when I left, I was
doing what I love and do best.
Oh, and speaking of crushing and closure:
A well-writ list of (a) slit-wrist composer, created
diversion.
A literary aspersion!
Seven letters mathematically returned aversion.
Shit, it's all about priorities...
Orderly, invited cordially, orally or in(g/j)est.
Suppressed/De-pressed upon watermarked pages, etched in
colorless bandages and premade excuses.
(Or) chiseled in the drizzled-rain-parched sand.
Sideways, in a foreign hand.
I'm just choking on a steady diet of ecstasy
lights...you?
Can you outshine this?
Just tell me... am I that apparently overwhelmed?
Distracted...I seem busy...I dunno...
Either way I breathe, it still goes down the wrong
tube.
