there's no houses or accidental babies. no one pulling me through. here. only this feeling. this one way conversation madness. of wanting too much of something the opposing side of love has said it isn't interested in making any more excuses. for. my petty apologizes. and waiting. small crimes. for uninterrupted conversations about soul songs for headphones. and is that alright? yeah?

is that alright.
as the man says,
to give my gun away when it's loaded.
is that alright

with you?