There are too few letters to tell

And the words are too scarce in my mind

To tell

You how much I love you.

In fact just a few would do,

Simply would do

Feel.

“Panic attack[s]“= no blockbuster on the screens,

But horrible, poisoning seeds,

Everyday adrenaline,

And none, no, and nothing in these jungles and fields

Could cure it but time.

I see a lot of people hostile,

Whether they are or not,

They protect themselves by not hearing/seeing/talking

Brown monkey cheer-

ing up the truth by drawing laughs

On your face.

Words are too scarce.

Love’s too much like chess,

To say.  

When you write shit
Pe-ople talk shit

Red-bull-shit

And Bob’s your uncle!!!

No problems

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What a lacK now 

Guess he thinks

He’s too much for me!

That’s why…

This is an anti-poem,

VERY self-conscious

If after him there’s still an I ?!