Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Itch
Inside I itch.
I cannot reach it.
I cannot scratch it.
I am a book you
Have not read yet.
The ending is flawed.
I don't need your sleep,
Or your leftover bad days.
I don't need your stupid words
Or bad attempts at understanding.
I never needed nothing,
And that's exactly what I got.
I waited for this.
I waited a long while
And I should feel something.
You never even wrote me back.
I swear I only want your seal of approval,
For you to let me know it's okay, even if it's not.
I feel like such an @sshole for wanting that,
For wanting your sordid details concerning this.
November 20, 2005
Suge
I cannot reach it.
I cannot scratch it.
I am a book you
Have not read yet.
The ending is flawed.
I don't need your sleep,
Or your leftover bad days.
I don't need your stupid words
Or bad attempts at understanding.
I never needed nothing,
And that's exactly what I got.
I waited for this.
I waited a long while
And I should feel something.
You never even wrote me back.
I swear I only want your seal of approval,
For you to let me know it's okay, even if it's not.
I feel like such an @sshole for wanting that,
For wanting your sordid details concerning this.
November 20, 2005
Suge
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