no one eats hope, yet it's what my life needs
i love like what i saw on the t.v.
rabid sadness to which joy still concedes
a chess game across a lighted marquee
everyone i love would rather be dead
than play another dumb hollywood trope
act big man on campus in my dim head
it's not how real people act - i'm aslope.
i'm too much you're too much it's all too much
feeling a wild fable start to brew
i like you beyond divinity touch
into the dark depths of fictional spew
into the dark depths of fictional spew
i will never be a real lover boy;
be my girl though i'm just a cheap decoy.
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