If There Is Dirt On Your Window, I Love You

I biked the whole fucking way home without a scratch only to fall
and hit my face (my lip is bleeding) in my own driveway. Holy shit how
crappy of a night. Why? Because I fucking love you and you weren't
there. My hands are dirty do you know why? It's because I was throwing
dirt from your garden at you window. Your light was on, I thought you
were up (do you sleep with your light on?). So, I sat around for a few
minutes (about 40) throwing various objects (sticks, dirt, plant) at
your window;I wanted to talk to you. I have a pocket full of grass for
you: I filled my pocket with grass thinking (wow, I'll wake her up and
give her the grass that I picked for her). But you, you're fucking
asleep, I can't wake you with grass, with dirt, with flowers or sticks
or love, your fucking asleep, you know what I'll do? I'll bike home, in
the fucking cold, alone, without you, (you don't even know how I
feel!). I fucking love you. But I'm, at home now, no more dirt, no more
expression and next time I see you it will be the same old thing, I
will hide myself Fuck.