manorexic

he's utterly sarcastic- aesthetically confused, he tells me i'm bombastic i want to be his muse, an ordinary person who peeked into his void, would only wake up bitter and deeply paranoid, he's unenthusiastic. emotionally abused, he's thinks that it's fantastic- i'd walk ten miles in his shoes, as i watch him disappearing. i know that it's not right, i love him completely - at least for tonight, do do do. there's a lack of understanding a mutual malaise, he thinks i'm reprimanding with my uncertain gaze, though -i can't conceal my feelings.like he can't purge his, pain, cause once he sees a mirror. logic goes down the drain, he's unenthusiastic. emotionally abused, he's thinks that it's fantastic i'd walk ten miles in his shoes, as i watch him disappearing. i know that it's not right, i love him completely - at least for tonight, there's a roughness to our romance- a sadness to his step, and though he won't admit it. i know he's often wept, perhaps it's just frustration, at stars he'll never reach, reflecting his self image. bleeding poetry in the sheets, he's unenthusiastic. emotionally abused, if i wrap him up in plastic, i'll save the part he'll never use, i watch him disappearing. i try to hold on tight, can't love him completely - at least not tonight