In Response To Responses To Responses To Responses

Dear you know who,

I love you

That rhymed

And I hate rhyming poetry

Let me start this over

Hey!

Too casual

But I don't have to be perfect for you

You love me

But I wish I was perfect for you

Just like you always say

You wish you were perfect for me

But you know you're perfect

I tell you all the time

You're perfect

Let's try being "literary experts" and use a synonym

You are ...

...

Okay, fuck that

I can't think of any synonyms

Right now

But you are perfect

And you are everything I need

You're not ugly

You're beautiful

And cute

I consider them two different things

Not on one level of looks

But on two separate meters

Like temperature and wind speed

Or some crazy shit no one cares about like that

But these meters are pretty important to most

So you are cute and you are beautiful

I said that already

Fuck

Anyway

You don't need to change for me

If you change, I will be sad

But I will always accept you

And I'm already sad

I don't even know what that might come off to you as

But I mean that you shouldn't change for me or anyone

Because you know that nobody is worth anything

Everyone is fucked

We're fucked

But we're fucked different

And we're fucked different than the fucks that are fucked "different"

I hate them

I hate this

But I love you

I want to be in your house

All the time

Not in mine

Mine sucks

Mine's dirty

I haven't taken care of my room since I got depressed

But I don't care what your room looks like

You're in it all the time

That makes it illuminate

With something awesome

Like...

Awesome baby blood

And I want to cook you ramen

When you are sick

And feed it to you

And pet your head

And kiss you

Because I'll kiss you when you're sick

I don't care if you get me sick

I'm sharing it with you

I'd share AIDS with you

But don't get AIDS'

I hear it sucks

Like this situation sucks

The situation

And also

I want to change my pillow into you

Maybe when I go to your house

I'll bring you my pillow

And give it to you

Because it's almost you
It has dried blood stains on it

They are brown

I don't know why they are brown

But they are

And it'll be another gift to you

I don't need anything from you

Just yourself

And your love

And I want to hear you talk

All the time

I don't care about what

Hell, scold me about something

I like listening to words from people like you

Which are only you

Because you're the only you

And the only you is you

Who I love

With love,

Or sincerely,

But sincerely sounds retarded

I love you