i want to scream
or just be unconscious
or drink until i don't remember any more.
and i think of when i was young.
how i would drive,
free of all the holes
that your i-love-you darts pierced into me,
and scream,
unconscious,
until i didn't remember anything.
and i think i learned
to protect the picture of my heart
that you taped to a wall
and used to practice your aim.
which is really all i was to you.
just a picture.
but you show me
how useless it is
not to love you,
or at least try.
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you make me crazy
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