I tried to hate you. I really want to. But I cant.I can’t lose you. I won’t survive and that’s your fault, I know that. You made me love you, you made me let you in.I feel like I should stop think about it, you know but I can’t.We don’t always lose, but when we do, we win.
That last gif is not quite what I wanted but it's last at night and I will revisit this again. Someone had remarked on our language being replaced with emoji's and gifs. This would be a language similar to egyptian heiroglyphics. I thought I would experiment with what a poem would look like in those terms. I'll give it another wack later.