Exaggeration

I made you come

But But I don't resole

I see you longing

for your romantic memories.

My patience cannot last

As I see you recreate the dunning(?) of your past

as caricatures to emulate.

Oh, I take my sweet little minutes

I cannot recall others

I throw my guts in buckets

As I try to lose I try to

I take my shots in dribbles

I sniff in baked soda

I like to stroke my

As I try to lose exaggeration.

To bloom

I am a twisted memory

who does not what he's done

and is not what he used to be.

Another one

is dreaming

of someone who is gone

to bring me to my twisted jealousy.