.

If your words knocked me over
I would be on the ground all the time, my dear.
I need to make it clear that I don't give a shit about how you make me feel inside,
I just hide and hide in the hope of not being noticed by your bright eyes of wonder
That give the thunder it's lightning bolt and the the lampshade it's light and all that poetry shite.  



I really need to stop crying because
it's not like my tears can cleanse my heart of pain and suffering.

I should just stop trying.