chanceless

Im cutting my hair short against my will to spite you.  I'm cutting off my nose to spite my face and I'm cutting off my tongue in spite of my taste.  (I always had bad taste in guys).  No ones ever gonna love you like I do and that's not a good thing because I would have stuck around long after my body might last...  haunting you with my love like christmas past.  It's over bearing at best and suffocating at worst.  It's not enough to say you're my first because you came before anything and you never end; like pi. It's a theory only some can fathom and for everyone else it might as well be a lie...  THey haven't found an end in sight or a way of showing how far it stretches on and that may seem un real .. but even if you laid it out side by side foot for foot and inch by inch next to my love for you it would suddenly feel inadequate.  It's a burden I carry, it's a universe with an extra moon and I would willingly give it to a black hole if it had extra room.