and then, when i sent an email proclaiming my undying love, my unfaltering devotion, my my my my, i wouldn't be so bad.

maybe at the worst it'd just be me sending my unflattering devotion. and she could just laugh it off as being oh, that crayon. and crayon's sad sad liver.

instead, i'm cold clean sober straight as it comes right now.

so there's no excuse for the email that probably, most likely, shouldn't have been written.

so instead i fumble away and tell her that my feelings for her havent changed.

that, if nothing else, they stab me sometimes with their fierceness.