Inventory,
Inventory:
Skin, Shoes, Clothes, Jewelry
All of the things I own
You can take them from me
Sox, Nails, Cars, Snickers,
My teeth, money
I can’t sleep if you’d prefer my objects over me
I’m tired of having you run away
I’m not happy having them if you and I aren’t able to comfortably play
Hair, Smiles, Glasses and my favorite perfumes
I’d rather see you with them, then having you and I not laugh in the same room
F–king take them! Things only my silly brain can consume
Having conversations with objects, monologues, it’s simply insane!
Having talks with you, on the contrary, it just isn’t the same
As long as we fight and loneliness eludes.
What’s mine is yours go ahead, HERE! TAKE THE F–KING LIST!…
Or we can share?
Call me a cornball! I really don’t f–king care!
Because when we are TOGETHER, I am alright
It is being in a blur of pure HAPPINESS
A blur of bliss
