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