42

I've tried to refrain
From spewing it publicly in the places she, 'her' friends, and family hang - online
There's some highly passive aggressive shit
But no direct hits
Or names
It's hard to maintain emotional maturity you never had - when it comes to this love shit
I'm thinking 42, 'if possible, evolve'
Absolve yourself of this
For all its beauty when there's beauty
When it's ugly
It's ugly, ugly, shit
Makes you question why you exist
And how
Did this particular rearrangement of space dust particles
I feel the conscience of
Not already implode

 - quote by Douglas Adams