The Bees In My Stomach

Love Poem ـــــــــ It's So Nice To Wake Up In The Morning All Alone And Not Have To Tell Somebody You Love Them When You Don't Love Them Any More.

Because You Always Have A Clock Strapped To Your Body, It's Natural That I Should Think Of You As The Correct Time: With Your Long Blonde Hair At 8:03, And Your Pulse-lightning Breasts At 11:17, And Your Rose-meow Smile At 5:30, I Know I'm Right.

Once Upon A Time There Was A Dwarf Knight Who Only Had Fifty Words To Live In And They Were So Fleeting That He Only Had Time To Put On A Suit Of Armor And Ride Swiftly On A Black Horse Into A Very Well-lit Woods Where He Vanished Forever.

All Girls Should Have A Poem Written For Them Even If We Have To Turn This Goddamn World Upside Down To Do It.

Burn All The Maps To Your Body. I'm Not Here Of My Own Choosing.