conversation dangles awkwardly
like legs too short
for tall furniture,
never quite reaching the reassurance
of something solid,
but still trying all the same
Originality is dead.
Lost? Follow me. Its all about chocolate pudding, mascara, pizza, hipster triangles, cuddly sweaters, bad nights, good mornings, elevator music, headphones, teenager sayings, Nutella, stick people, real people, fighting society, fighting yourself, fighting each other, living for something, finding someone, dreaming big, falling hard, watching Vampire Dairies, smoking good shit, having sex, not having sex, being drug free, following society, being original, trying new things, keeping it safe and all of the above. So please. Don't hate me if you ain't me. K. Cool? Bye.
No but seriously, follow me.
No but seriously, follow me.
Fruit of the Muses: I have been here before— A war tears through My heart My mind Until...
I have been here before—
A war tears through
My heart
My mind
Until the pulse
Is wounded,
Until thought
Is stripped of reason,
Until the marrow
Is sucked clean
Leaving my bones
Weak and brittle—
Fractured to your touch.The blood blackens
Porcelain, running,
Streaming through
…
