“it” made sense once
no longer is “it” in my capabilities to grasp
“it” made sense a little
anger emerged erasing components of comprehending “it”
“it” makes no sense at all
reasoning things out demolished my thinking of “it” in absolutes
“it” isn’t supposed to make sense in the least
my ramblings on “it” resemble scrambled brains inside my skull
can’t blame “it” on the senselessness
is “IT“ a precarious fucked up notion
in this very second
at this precise moment
on this all-consuming day
I still say
fuck no
“IT” is not!
“it” IS worth the time and effort
“it” IS worth the risk
“it” IS worth crossing over
I love you
suchagirl2 