i'm not abstract i don't have that, ability to camouflage my delivery in a sea or barrage of, pseudo soliloquies to elude to, wanting you to, include you in my life's shenanigans i'm a fanatic, & i write like i'm panicking planting gems, planning hymns, panning them from left to right, like a typewriter it's all about her & i, cause i like to write her like, i like to go to sleep at night right beside her cause like, i like her; like, i really like her i'm suggestive, not just to impress her just a little impressive composure & pressure will keep us closer together & could continue our exposure to pleasure more than just, for her to undress cause that's what i suggest when i write she just needs to confess it's me she needs for the rest of her life