It is what it is but I want what it wasn’t. If you hold my head under water I will commit to float upwards at some point. If we are all speaking in different languages there is a slight chance we will understand each other. I like when you introduce me like I know no one and no one should know me. If we put a few metals together there will be a large chance that we divide. Crossing the streets proves dangerous and enthralling: a physical sense of going somewhere. Last name, first name in order to confuse you more. You laugh about natural disasters like you’re guilty of having a sense of humor. The thing I need is someone willing to shame me. If I’m not scared, I’ll never be in love. Be honest and hold me to lower standards. A teenager might tell you, but an adult should listen. He’s learning a good lesson from a bad teacher. There was a laughter but we turned it off to go to sleep. Ben said to me that he didn’t know where I was from. I have a motivation to do everything. My success rate is mediocre. Meeting him, he could be described as insufferable. Our shoulders touched but we didn’t so I couldn’t fall asleep. Stacking up adjectives creates a sense of intelligence. If you switch the way the words should sound, you’ll find what you wanted to say. How much money do I have to pay for this conversation? What I put out to the public should scare them. How they respond should scare me. My vanity is boredom and self-deprecation combined. I could never love me like you do. Prisoner is a less scary word than attempt. Attempt always connotes some sort of failure. You never attempt something without telling the story of how you didn’t succeed. She attempted… you’re practically giving away the fact that I’m not good enough without any exposition. Would you at least explain to me how I suck? Pardon our Dost-oyevsky. I love how hard you’re trying and you can’t even win. If we keep talking this could turn out disappointing. A conversation with yourself proves enjoyable. Me + me always have a great time together. If you get bored, I could cheer you up. If you get bored, I will not fuck you. Your girlfriend and I got to know each other without your permission. I would like to assert my disinterest. I have a right to be disappointed. I acknowledge that I don’t know what I’m doing this for. My dad took me to the mountains. I listened to the first Weezer CD on foam headphones. I was part of a generation that dreamt that they’d lose their virginity to “Only in Dreams.” A page blank is indicative of my mind right now. My current favorite word is trajectory. It’s the smart person’s “vibe.” If I think you want to fall in love, I’ll grow more concerned that you’re totally right. I understood all the words in your language but you didn’t follow me anywhere afterwards. He’s some kind of hero. We held him back to force him to grow up. You took my picture and I smiled. You never went down on me but that’s only because you never wanted to come over to my apartment. He just moved to the city but he wanted to show me around. I should have never loved you more then when you gave us a tour of Barcelona after your concussion. Drunk or sober, I always come back to you. If I’m crazy, it just comes from someplace sad. If I listen to my mind, it is not that crazy of a place to be. You would be impressed by how much I know. The saddest part about my parents’ divorce was that no one would ever see how cute I looked in the Christmas cards again. Cheating is simple. Anything is more interesting than easily winning. Conservation is easy. Conversations are easy. I was alone at a bar watching these two boys text some girl that it was the place to be. I could fuck you but that’d only make me care. I could love you but that’d only make me happy. Boredom is a right but I exercise my right not to respect you. Your dick was the size of my middle finger soft. Your dick was the tip of that finger to the edge of my palm hard. This is a compliment because my hands are masculine. Don’t feel slighted, it looks becoming on us. I’ve been bored for hours and held my hand under my frame to get better at singing. What you’ll do for them highlights what we don’t do for each other. I started growing a tumor or an exaggerated birthmark after all the whiskey I’ve drank. I started blinking harder to be less bored. Fill my lungs with lemon and squeeze me so hard that you drink my organs after. Put a couple grams of sugar in me and it’ll be easier to tolerate. Being content is an excuse. Being horny is a lifestyle. Give me what I want. My favorite playlist is what I listen to after a one night stand. The balance is between #GETITRIGHT by Miley Cyrus and Georgia, Georgia by Elliott Smith. I can’t tell if you make me happy or sad and I can’t tell that about myself either.