thinking about you
and something develops:
you nauseate me.
clearly only a girl gone through a heartbreakup could have the audacity to call that a haiku of happiness. but agh, cough, doesn't it aye feel so good sometymes to be sickaghcoughsplutter at the thinkering of a ghostexboyfriend?
(nothimwhowouldknowwhereinlondontofindyou)
