Just For You

It's just like you to give me herpes,
it's just fucking like you.

math equations, sinus derivations
my head is spinning loudly
I can't seem to breathe like I should
where are the walls, where is the roof
please kiss me or cut the chase
and punch me in the face.

Nublet.
gruesome, tragic.
An anecdotal excerpt in King Arthur's court.

I will be your pretty knifewound.

Through a steady diet of codeine and deja vu,
I've managed to compile a list of things that I see in terms of me and you.
It's a short list, I'm only human, and these eyes can only see everything.
Hopefully you'll see them too, and this won't be anything.

she hasn't looked at me with her eyes
she hasn't tried to kiss me with her mouth
she isn't breathing with her lungs
there is a little demon living inside my skull.