The Dance by Rassouli
It's Just... Poets Have The Loneliest Hearts: Crush
Would you think me weird if I said
That I think I love you?
Would you think me strange if I were to say
I’m infatuated by you
And would you think me obsessed
If I were to constantly wish
I knew what it was like to taste your lips
Would you think me crazy
If I were to maybe
Be writing this…
“‘Play the hand you’re dealt!’, they say. I’ve heard it a million times and you know what? Its all bullshit. Tammy gets three boobs, and I wind up a malformed little stomach DeVito. Yeah, what exactly am I supposed to do with this hand? I’m curious. What colossally fucked up game of cards would this hand be beneficial in? While you’re thinking I’ll just go ahead and experience the feeling of a fart brewing right behind my throat. If there was only a way to make you understand what that feels likeAUUAHHAGHAGHAGHAGGGAHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
