fuck the game,
not the rapper
but this ‘thing’
we say we play...
i’m not gay
yr jest straight-
wait
the
weight
is too heavy
to carry
me from the car-seat,
i fell asleep
on the ride home
always seems shorter-
find me a shiny penny
i’ll trade you this here
quarter
back broke his back
when i was a kid
i never imagined
dragons didn’t
exist
for me again, liz,
please?
we don’t have to have kids
but can’t we at least
have fun
in this sun- and, if you’d like to be
laid in the shade or just lay
in the shade with me, that’d
be okay, that’d be great
of course
i’m fine
just having you in my life, by my
side; you’re already in my mind
like the name of an artist on the tip
of your lips,
like a word on the tip of my tongue-
when i was young i never thought it
possible to become the definition
of sadness
i was happy just to be,
happy just to exist
for me again, liz, please?
we don’t have to have kids
but can’t we at least have
fun and pretty
please
pretty?
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