To XA from JG

Dear You,
I am coming.
I'll be the sand in your eyes
And I'll kiss you goodnight,
but not without cunning.

Dear You,
I am coming.
Deaf to the chilling cries
of my loneliness and your despise,
but only because I am drowning.

Dear You,
I am coming
with a bag of lies
and a cheap suicide,
but you'll never see me waning.

I will hurry.
I will take you with me.
As you gasp, it will be to thank me.

Dear You,
I came.
But I changed my mind.

I lost my phone.

Butters would say, "Oh, Hamburgers..."

I asked for a sign. Well. There 'ya go.

Oh well.

On the bright side, it would be nice to go ex-communicado for a while. Mass text of christmas cheer and what-have-you are wasted on me anyways.

Toodles Noodles.