For all the times you said
It was me who was unstable
You’re the one, it seems, who clearly is unable
To stop your incessant whines and babble
As if your life is a game of Scrabble
Where only, if only, you’d find the right word
Something to prove my claims most absurd
How dare I try to call you “crazy”?
You don’t have depression, it’s just lazy
You are surely not one of me
Infected by the “invisible disease”
Your feverish texting
Your random neglecting
Not cyclical in nature,
But, your instability is my fate, dear
Cause love for you is like a fishin’ line,
Keep draggin’ me down, no air for cryin’
Your charm is the laughter, the smiles, the jokes
All wrapped in projections of old fires I stoked
Are you maniacally happy or happily manic
When all this stress becomes a panic
“You’re beautiful shitshow who didn’t know
Like fine compost, you make me grow
Flowers blossom of worry and doubt,
Like I planted a seed and wished it to sprout
You draw me in when I am lost and found,
Reliable as the dinner bell sounds
Hungry Hippos slide up your skirt
Like a worm feeding in dirt
My worms start to gnaw instead
Like a nightmare, I play in your head
Weaving around like the spider web’s silken misled,
Wrap this truth in when you’ve connected the thread
The longer you’re around me, the sooner you’re dead”
Mah Butt Itches 
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