Take Me or Take Me

I've come to the conclusion I'm an emotional slut.

I'm super digging on Marvin and his absurdly adorkable glasses. 

But ever since I saw the Phantom I can't stop thinking about him. 

I feel like my thoughts are cheating. 

It's not even sexual.

It's just some bizarre fascination incarceration laceration. 

I just wanted to say words that rhymed. 

Rhyming is fun. 

It's like oral sex when it's not done out of obligation. 

My emotions are really fucking fickle.

I don't really trust them.

I trust Taco Bell to always be just a little disgusting. 

I trust Facebook to daily suggest I follow Mark Zuckerberg.

I trust my Bestie to send me inspirational memes with either an adorable kitten or the word fuck in it. 

I trust a lot of random shit. 

But I don't trust my feels. 

I think sometimes I think too much with my penis. 

And I should really think more with my uvola.

That's like my heart, right?

The thing is, my need for attention is so great I really don't know how to not blow up some guys phone. 

Or girls phone. 

You know why I have so many girlfriends?

Because if I texted just one girl all the things I spread out between the lot of them she'd probably have to change her number because I'd use up all her data.

So why is it that when it comes to dating I'm just supposed to settle on one?

I like every boy. 

Can't we all just make out?

Not that I like sharing my toys. 

But seriously, Timing certainly is a dirty fish monger. 

My brain knows which choices are best for me and yet sometimes I still occasionally get drunk and smoke a menthol cigarette. 

I don't get life sometimes. 

But then again, it's that damn confusion I find so alluring. 

Torment me again, you fickle emotions. 

Let's go on this ride you like to lead me to believe is valid feelings. 

When I think it really takes very little to sway me this way or that. 

It's amazing what being ignored can do to my interest level. 

Sometimes absence makes the heart simply indifferent. 

Or maybe I'm just so accustomed to so much anxiety being involved in my relationships I forgot what it felt like to be in a really good one. 

Maybe he just needs to lay on me so I can remember. 

Or forget. 

My emotions kinda don't give a fuck. 

And that's kinda hot.