Brokenhearted Dinner Thought
i have no brain
when it comes to you
i simply go crazy,
and it carries me through
the sun, the moon, and the stars
are just not as bright without you
not a day goes by that i do not think about you
now my brain is dead confetti
mixed with bloody vomit along with some ten year old parmesan spaghetti
i have not showered since
i have not been as ambitious, as focused, or as intense
i am impervious to all pain
when it comes to you
i simply choose to be lazy,
and i will remain so until whoever says that i'm due
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