(2014)
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
the very idea that i could be
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
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