You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.
I forget how to love When I’m gritting my teeth Because I’m a fucking hole/ Nothing’s coming out of my mouth n… Because I don’t love my mom,
How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?
God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.
Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.
Your love Was like driving straight into the… Your attention was like Lying in a puddle of gold. You were sex and fun and cotton ca…
Dignity is death.
