Brokenhearted Dinner Thought

i have no brain when it comes to you i simply go crazy, and it carries me through the sun, the moon, and the stars are just not as bright without you not a day goes by that i do not think about you now my brain is dead confetti mixed with bloody vomit along with some ten year old parmesan spaghetti i have not showered since i have not been as ambitious, as focused, or as intense i am impervious to all pain when it comes to you i simply choose to be lazy, and i will remain so until whoever says that i'm due