i bought Picasso's cubism.it was thick and heavy but cheap.i vowed to read it the next holiday and i didnt.i taped it so it won't fall out from where it belongs.
i used pages from Newsweek to make collages.i painted and drew faces of you.
every song i wrote,every sng i sang,they remind me of you.
every night i stayed up to make sure you're not alone,
and when you slept,im alone.
i had a sketchbook entirely about you.not even one page isnt about you,but no one could see it.it was just art to them and a few things they couldnt comprehend.
fuck you
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