Dear Miss Misery
Put your sloppy feelings away Your one armed hugs and your avoiding gazes Fumbling words and frightening chances
I don't greet you anymore
And you don't care I don't care Excuses like vomit You make me sick Sick to my stomach of simple things
Your Knuckles like stones!
Your Veins like branches! Your Gaze like moss! Your Lips like blossoms!
I'm pretty lifted
And you're fairly gifted
My heart aches; aches for you
Are you lonely?
There's a pang in my heart
Meant for you; Because of you, There's an ache in my chest
Can I die from feeling so miserable?