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I'm allowed to be self-indulgent sometimes, right?

...

Tonight
I found it.
Her eyes are the colour
of pure hazel.
Her eyes are the color of chestnut.

She's leaving tomorrow.
She is imprisoned in this skull.

She is beautiful from the inside, and milky love
Flows steadily through her green veins.
She is beautiful, and she is as selfish as me.

To love you is to be rational.
To love you is suicidal.

Stay.
Leave.

Lover.
I wish I could hate you.

...

"It doesn't matter."

Tonight, I found it. Right next to the tiny brown freckle next right to her nose, there was a tiny speck of white loose skin, that dangled wrapped in its own humdrumness and in this humdrumming I found that she was human and alive and incredibly vast and labyrinth-like and a massive galactic private show goes on behind her eyes, just the same as it does for me. She is as human as I am! She is as alive as I am! She thinks! She is alive!

I want to push her off a cliff.
I want to jump off a cliff.

You are a collection.
Your face is focused around your lips.
Your eyes are alien.

How did it come to this?
Oh ooh ooh yeah-e yeah-e yeah-e yeah-e yeah.

I love him. 
This Trinity. The Father, the Daughter and the
Alien.

I want to explode.
I want to suspend thought.
"You think too much."
Stop.