I'm a decaying piece of organic matter, but you can call me Claire. I'm a bookworm, isolated in the depths of non-reality, I live in splotches of color and orangey sunsets-- sometimes even in the absence of color at all, like a boring newspaper spread on Sunday mornings. I breath and long, intricate sentences come out, weaved neatly of beautiful adjectives and solemn metaphors. I whisper activism in my deepest sleep. I am alive in the most ways possible, I have an eye for beauty and an ear for music. I sit alone sometimes and ask the world why I'm here, and I still haven't got much of an answer. I will never give up on asking. I will never stop thinking, and I like that about myself.
I guess it’s only cute the first hundred love poems,
I’m still not quitting, though, even if the reactions I get are not as I’d hoped.
:P AND THATS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU.
After a while, it gets so cute it’s gross.
It’s the opposite with my cat, so gross that the little fucker is cute. How does that happen? I don’t know. But here’s the poem, anyways…
When I was made, I was given a knee cap or two. Ten toes, ten fingers, two blue eyes, a smallish nose, a set of pink lips, and a head of blonde hair. I got a set of healthy lungs, some pretty cool kidneys, a brain that’s smarter than hell, and knuckles that are fun to pop when I’m nervous. I also got one whole heart, all to myself And a soul that shined like rays of sunshine though a colored blanket in the morning; Blue in my eyes, Gold in my hair, And always turquoise in my fingernails. Yeah, I know, God hooked it up. But I remember the day I got a second set of eyes that were warmer and softer, Some thick dark hair, And a set of legs with WAY sexier calf muscles. I was standing right outside of this building when I heard a voice call my name. And when I turned around, that voice became mine, and my name became his, Instantaneously… my biological inventory doubled, and so did his. From then on, when my brain pooped out, I had another one to think for me. When his fingers were temporarily out of service, he had mine. But the best part was that instead of getting two soles, I found the other half I hadn’t even realized was missing.
