Stop throwing away your power.
I hope you are loved so madly by the people you wake up beside.
they don’t really matter when you’re too tired to stand.
I want to be remembered for my heart
for the words I draw
of what it means to be human.
They are a reflection of how you are loving you.
I see the moments as they are — women that I love, not holding me up.
And why do we attract the unavailable ones, with horseshit in their teeth?
How little we look at what is inside.
If I was to be less sugar and more spice — if I wanted to fuck him, I would have.
I’m sorry — you thought my art was about you?