Empire Of The Senseless

‘So I’m still in love with you. I’m not sure how to say, I mean, you know. That is, I can’t seem to crawl on my baby ass to your bright blue toenails and say. I’m sorry, it may have slipped your mind in all the fear induced by the world of opinions, but I do believe that I belong to you. Then you will weep. Not cute, like heaving and snorting, huffing and puffing kid of sobs.              “I’m sorry!” you’ll scream between swallowing globs of your own nose running. “I don’t want your fucking apologies goofball,” I’ll say.             “Oh yes you do, you little liar! Sneaky brat!”             “Hey, watch it buster, who you calling a brat? That aint my name.”’             ‘Juniper, stop’ says the love of my life, rolling over baby purple tinted grey sheets. ‘I can’t’ I cry. ‘I’m with you. There’s nothing I can do.’             ‘Chin up cleaver boy, those toes must move without me. I was dead in that body until your touch and tone resurrected me. My love, hush. Write. Your stories are where I am alive. I have ch