She texts me,
yeah, awesome!
Totally,
you know,
against the canvas of time.
Like
the words
LIKE, really?!?
like, REALLY???
OK...
WHERE ARE THEY?

No, like really,
This is not as if I dont' realize
What is is beauty...
like such beauty
you know
not skin deep
not that much beauty,
a pale faced sculpture,
you know... like,
that visage
like Venus
You know, like, genius.
You know, not skin deep
and shit...
just Beautiful
Thus the text,
Beautifal falshing messages;
Semi-calculated results of the million computations
How's that gonna feel?
How'm I gonna feel!!!
Feeling's so overwhleming, usually;
The thoughts scream at attention, for attention.

Beautiful, just that one feeling?
You Know? ...?

Right? an answer?
A tactful refrain,
a light refrain
of a million possibilities,
you know?
a million places we have already been.

So scary, you know?
An epic fear: the loving starcrossed gemini,
That the poets have understood this (that
There is a joke at all).

Frustration sings!
NO ONE listens!
TO ME !
No one sounds the alarm. there is cause for warning int he preiodic messages of discontent that bring forth hte eveing.

IN a period where children wre precious and thoughts were sacred. the inappropriate frustatrersation with that anger are not for us to judge

She texted me and I told her that I could love her.
I texted back and she told me that love was not what I could
and lonely we crept
beauty and genius tormented by the mistakes of millenia

but she texted me and i texted back
I love to love her
I loved her
I loved
so much
of her
she
that and I misunderstood the missing words almost immediately.