I am destined to pursue the purity of freedom in its most naked sense.
You’re sitting in between two boys and you love both of them. They look through you, the glass window in a burning room. It’s ironic that panic buttons cease to matter when everything’s already up in flames.
Poetry, like any other art, is subjective.
When you see a magic show, who could be so mistaken as to think the rabbit is the brains of that operation?
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
Did you know if you dream about him five nights in a row,
your heart becomes a time machine?
Someone help me. Please.
All of this goes on my face?
And it costs how much?
i like the things that not everyone gives extra attention into, i like the simple things which i can get my peace of mind from, i like the things that somehow keep me sane from the reality.
good God your mouth
and all the things it says
I throw love around like it’s glitter confetti
heart on my sleeve, in my hands
yours for the taking whenever you want