an- this poem references south park, black swan, and the social network. thanks for reading guys.

you are the mila to my natalie.

only you're not a figment of my imagination.

you are real oh so very real and no matter how many times i try to get rid of you, there's always some way you come back to get me and devour me in your sea of compliments and A plus papers

and this all started because i wanted to befriend the girl sitting alone during pe

(probably i saw a little glimpse of me. you know, the eyes darting away from judging eyes and back turned away from the world)

but then you betrayed me like mark did to eduardo

because i helped you build yourself up. i gave you what you needed to build what you wanted and dreamed of.

and once everything finished you decided to fire me from what we had, what we formed.

(it wasn't a company eduardo and mark made, it was connection and friendship. but a company is seemingly more important than that, a title a vision and identity that isn't really you but looks nice in front of other people.)

i was hoping you'd be the kyle to my stan. but right now you're the cartman, and i wish you were kenny except you'd just die and never come back to life.