All tired. Texting. Swiping.

Bookmarking. Clicking.

Typing…

Typing…

Typing…

(types till the end of the time, meets in another life as an alien in another earth, still typing…)

Saving on Facebook(saves this too) and never visiting.

All in all, faking. (tries to fake; fails miserably)

Give me someone with a little less full of that.

Give me mad, give me bad. No(screams), not photostat.

Pull your imperfect out of your ever-perfect and

give me that.

Keep your perfect.

Because fuck your perfect.

I’ll be home before you can even imagine, with your flawed.

I’d unfuck your real(unfucks; dies)

Give me dumb.

Give me frolicsome.

I’ll, hell yeah, take your improper.

Just say(tries and hears).

Goddamn it, give me an answer!(is all ears).

Show me someone whose heart flows like a tear, effortlessly.

Whose nerves scream of their madness

in every kiss.

in every laughter.

who messes up like it was the only thing they had to do today.

Do me wrong.

The one who runs away on all opportunities that land.

Does not on middle grounds, but stand.

with an ampersand.

Do me your 4 am exhausted you.

Give me seconds of that and fall asleep in a few.

I’ll dance within myself, content that you did.

And you’ll see all illustrations, in dreams, overdrew.

Give me you.