human

My entire stomach believes you'll find me,

I'm obsessive like that.

When i feel your pretty words i wonder of our similarities.

I understand how they sung from your lips,

Long before i danced with them.

Only, could you really care to know that i cried?

That i ruined my make up to your voice?

I did.

Twice.

The very first time i heard my life in your lips.

I still consider myself normal,

You who cannot relate to something as deeply, are ab-normal.

And if i have kids, i wont let them be baby sat by you.

Because they'll probably be turned into lampshades.