soo.
someone filled my heart with somethin a while ago.
they chased away the dark
and stuffed my head with dirt and fuzz.
they stabbed my chest; split me open.
and now i bleed potpourri.
and it hurts so bad. sometimes.
but then i think about the dumb pain.
the bullshit jealousy, or neglect,
or whatever a girl thinks when they think too much.
it's not always good pain.
but i grow to like it anyway.
and i love you.
so take it.
like a maaaaaaaan.