Forms of Love!Forms of Love!Small and can be blown out with even the slightest wind. Often lit during dark times and ends as soon as you find the door and step out of your NEET cave.
You give what little friends you have secondhand embarrassment every time they have to hear about your new match of the week.
Eugh, It's stuck to the bottom of your boots! It's colored like a bruise, sticky, and creeps its way through your treads like some forest floor moss. It's been there long enough that it's fused itself to the rubber that makes up your sole. In certain spots it's even soaked through the insole and your home remedy orthopedic (I see those fucked-up kankles). For now it's just a nuisance, but it WILL get worse.
You've been munching on your 6-inch (1 1/2 inches in diameter) pickle for a good 20 minutes at this point. Oh boy, is it tasty. Perfect amount of salt with a good tang and crunch. Great way to finish off a greasy midnight burger run. But once you're done with your indulgent snack, you crumple up the wrapper of your burger, bring your tray to the front, and leave your local burger joint along with any thoughts of your abnormally sized pickle.
The pickle thinks,
"Maybe it's just me being needy and whiny.I'm grateful for what we had. I just wish for once I could be worthy enough for someone to stay, for someone to yearn for me in my absence. I am never the prize. I am never the first choice.I try so hard to be the favorite. But I will never live up to the burger. Please please please please, someone needs to love me like I love them. I want to make it work; I will make it work if someone would JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE! I'll maintain my crunch better, I'll soak up more brine, and I'll with more peppercorns. I'll be your everything (if you want me to, please want me). Love is work, and Im willing to put it in. Im begging, please. I want to be loved. I thought you loved me."
