the rules don't fall under neat organized categories
and i change as the environment does,
my comfort level rises and falls
because I am angry deep inside.
I am lonely deep inside.
A place in my life that has always remained real and stable and unmoving.
I am only little atoms of hydrogen and oxygen mixed up,
little bubbles of anxiety that make me alive.
Living and breathing in elements name after greek words/gods.
I guess I don't confess my love to you through mariachi songs
but I could sing outside your window next to the freeway exit ramp.
maybe a trip to san fransisco for a nightly star gaze.
Would you like that, beautiful?
I'ma mad woman, can't you see it?
Normal only when a peek is seen through curtain eyez.
I am not hollow.
I've got an itch I need to scratch.
I've got a crazy sensation in between my thighs
stuck in between my brain cells.
Head to toe, baby,
I'm floating one minute and sinking the next.
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