Be it the oxygen count or the chemtrails in my tea
But the paranoia’s creeping above it’s climax
I could regulate with mental stimuli any day you like
Except today’s the day I met the love of my life
Constantly wrestling with the grit in her teeth
An attitude as rotten as summers milk on xmas
Stenched with a coalition of an underbellies delight
Everything I could ask for in a lovers highlight
She brings me over to ask for the time
While surrounded by Dahli’s Compilation
There’s been no excuse weaker, adorably see through
She takes my paw to administer a mixtape disco
Each drip of audio more familiar then the last
Bit-crushes her sways into technicolour video
Her whispers hints
Her yelps imply
And by the time we’re collapsed on someone’s acre
Met by the silver lined abstract above
Her confession reveals all
As we make physical calculations
She wraps around any semblance of form
Tells me she never wants to orbit another
Ah if only I wasn’t convinced it was all a lie
Is there any interaction as misleading as conversation
Everyone’s carrying a hunger on their backs
Everyone’s got a profit margin to hit
All in my packs is a lump of scars
So even when my love peeps into my eyes
The only conclusion present; is that it’s all a lie
Lnc0
Domestic Poetry 