HELLO EVERYBODY. i think i wrote this last year and i dont know why i wrote it.
i guess i was too bored. so here's a poem for you. or rather for girls har har har.

[(obsession.)

to the world he is but a boy.

to me he is my cult religion, an almost devotion
(or once was, now he is more like a passing urgeto learn French)

i can do anything for you, i feel empowered to
devote, cut, kill, love, kiss, anything
it's really not so hard when in this state of mind
everything has you imprinted on it

you've always been my worst habit, i feel like a victim
of Stockholm's Syndrome - falling in love with one's captor
can never be a good omen. you know, you've never been
so damn random before, then suddenly we're playing
trial and error, what if i don't fit?

fit in with you?
fit into you?
fit with you?

sometimes i make you mean more than you are.
some people call it obsession, but below seeming
superficiality, you are SUPER FINE, and really my
favourite mistake. the sweetness i pretend to taste,
the bitterness i pretend not to, like a pint of woes and joy

to the world he is but a boy,
and what can a single boy do?