Blanket of insecurity,
fucking basket of anxiety,
welcome to my little shop
of inner turmoil.
Outsides wavy like the ocean,
insides like a tornado.
Laughing, like fuck pain
but can I have some novacaine.
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the problem with knowing exactly what you want
is that you can’t special order love,
you can’t design it the way you want,
you can’t make anyone love you.
there’s no special drink you can chug,
no spell you can cast, no amount of magic
will make him like you, love you, want you.
and no matter what…
