Inches and centimeters chopped off to the floor
I feel like a new human, or inhuman.
With my glowing finger, and my condensed brain and my fizzy pop ways.
Maybe I am
Maybe I'm not supposed to be here, maybe I belong with the dogs
or the tulips
Open my hands and let them eat yours.
Answer to my call
open my veins and let them bleed onto yours.
Does this fit you?
'cause it's too big for me.
Your ego, I mean.
I have my own personality, my own glowing finger.
I don't need yours waving in my face.
G'BYE! FOREVER!
I don't know who this about
ReplyDeletebut this is like where one of the blogs where its fun being clueless and guessing
which is a really hard quality to master :D