this is like part of a series which some i won't post so like, the number is there for me not you. the number does not matter i am just too lazy to give all my poems clever titles.
did you know if sharks stop swimmi… my mother found joy in domesticity… with three kids and a husband, bak… and good for her, good for fucking… my safe place is flats filled with…
i water the roses and i shear thei… because what is beauty without adm… what is anything at all if you can…
the ocean makes a damned pagan out… i turn into the little kid i was w… the ocean reminds me i’m in limbo. reminds me i’ve come from boat peo…
i waited for the other shoe to dro… oh, it did. “i’m sorry,” i said, “for trying t… you smile and say, “i’m used to it… “you shouldn’t be.”
i’m in love with sharks in aquariu… here’s the thing: there’s nothing… more than a shark tank in big citi… there’s so many of them, and they’… they go through every endless circ…
insomnia, violence, puncture wound… a razor, eating your organs raw, a… impatient, obsessive, humiliating.
i gave you open front doors, swing… i left you out in my backyard with… it’s not my fault you stayed like… i screamed your name over a coal e… standing in the middle of the trai…
you hurt me so much, but i never h… i just hated you for telling me it…
i want to cry and count all your f… decorate your face with stickers a… then maybe you could hold me and w… do you think?
is it too late to admit i loved yo… even through it all? summers over, but i still feel it on my skin.
i laughed out loud. the world didn’t implode.
i’m building sentences like lego w… but they just aren’t clicking. i’m trying to find just one way, t… the mindfuck i’m going through. it’s not clicking in their brains,
i’ve got, “i miss you” carved over and over again on my sternum. skin raised and red, but it’ll dull down to a scar. just like the ones on your forearms that i saw when it was just you ...
i’m tired of crying into my pages… with my mouth stuffed with blackbe… seeds spilling out and my tongue d… i want to lock myself up in the ba… to shatter the mirrors with shriek…
i’m chasing shadows down alleyways… i love to walk backwards in parkin… spinning around to grin at the moo… or god forbid, you. just breathing in mist and thc.