No drama Except the shit I have in my head
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
To be in love With candid kitchen you
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
i sleeps with the fridges
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
arse piece *giggle*
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
i sleeps with the fridges
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
My mind destroys worlds Have some
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
Greedy pig life
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence