Insanely in love with bullshit

Everyone can relate. take it as you will

its like i love the words i write so much.

But i never actually have anything to say,

-most of the time.

To skeem such art, and call it words.

But really its you make the words,

& you realize, wait, this is art. My words

are beautiful.

You twist and tie them until it feels like

one side of your head is swollen

and your tongue is numb.

How could this have happened.

Ive been struck with a hallatious head storm 

and ive been sucked into its eye.

Im just as insane as the rest of them.

But the only way i accept and cope is to vomit words 

and hope that everyone thinks its as beautiful as I do.

 

Pathetic. & its okay. because im in love with the letters 

and i lust after the phrases.

Broader the vernacular, the more victicious it feels,

its a lingering stench and a wretched headache.

But its like heroine.

& i need it.

Author's Note

ignore the shitty grammar,
at least i spelled the shit right.

Reviews

[RomaJ]

"You twist and tie them until it feels like
one side of your head is swollen
and your tongue is numb." Absolutely brilliant it's insanity. I enjoyed this write and indeed can relate.

[Kala Benfield]

Im sure everyone on this blogging site can. & thats how and why i wrote. it . thank you!