discuss the importance of war in the rise to power of

I'd like to write you on the back of postcards that I find at the bottom of rabbit holes.
I'd like to tell you that I think your smile should be at the bottom of a rabbit hole.

I'm tired, but when am I not tired these days.
sleep dust is such a constant these days that I can't remember what it was like to be fully awake (this has nothing to do with being fully alive, I never knew what that was).
then I think that its my fault I go to bed so late, my fault that I choose to wake up so early;
but it is really my fault that her name falls off the cliffs in my speech while I hope to god she dies.

and in school and in class I clap my hands together because it makes a sound that reminds me of all those times I lost him in crowded places.
I lost him, and I didn't care.
because what are sounds but things I never wanted to hear even when alone.

I keep this vacuum close to me and I like emptiness when its so full of everything I hate and like you.
would you understand this if I served it cold?
would you?

everytime my phone beeps its your girlfriend again, telling me things you should be saying.
I love you, you are loved, I want you, you are wanted, I need you here with me.
I don't have the heart to tell her I hate her, because its with you again.
I like blaming you for everything I do wrong, for my generalisations, my mistakes and my triumphs.

I don't know why I still call her your girlfriend.
war was the only thing that benefited me.
and the importance thereof.

language class is language class but they don't teach you important things like how to tell people what they want to hear.
do you tell me what I want to hear?
what do I hear?