dont write under the influenceDr. Asclepius called me;More Like This
he told me i'm bipolar
(i still say it's luxuria)
Take two pills:
(as if anyone actually
obeys those, anyway)
Take another pill.
One for each time
you looked at me,
then two more if
i had looked back.
i'll take one more for that time you
branded fake <3's on my forehead
and another because your smile burns.
ten more for every mistake in my gums,
another six because i forgot dental floss,
four more because i still don't love you,
then twenty-six more because i just lied.
(another two just in case;
we can never be too safe)
add them up and our equation becomes:
eight empty bottles of antidepressants
seven dozen empty bottles of Bacardi
nine pints of Blood in my kitchen sink.
one hell of a talk with your neighbors.
Note to Self:
If our hipbones bump,
take a provocative pill.
If our ringtones crash,
take seven more pills.
If you understand this,
take an alluring dosage,
and call yourself in the
calbertthere is a zebra named calbert. he doesn't like his name. his mother chose it, but he didn't like her taste- besides, she's not the one that has to live with it.More Like This
calbert is a little different than the other zebras he knows. he doesn't exactly have friends, but he knows everyone in his herd. there's peter, the only zebra who will even talk to him. calbert likes peter just fine, and peter likes calbert just fine, but calbert isn't only different in his mother's choice of names
see, calbert has rainbow stripes. it's very strange, to live in a world of black and white yet be coloured so brightly. calbert grew accustomed to it, though. he understood that not everyone will accept his colourfulness. his mother tells him it's beautiful, but calbert doesn't trust that because she also thought calbert was a beautiful name
well, calbert's life was a bit lonely throughout his childhood. as aforementioned, he didn't really have many friends- and peter was only friends with him when no one else was