I miss how boys
Wouldn’t like you based
on the size of your body,
But... instead of how fast you could run and how nice you were to their friends.
I miss when cussing, drinking and smoking was weird and not cool...
I miss when getting a high
streak on snap wasn’t a chore
I miss when our parents would support our choices, and would actually understand us.
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
Shielding our imperfection into a twist
Of concealing veils
As to MR.clowns
HE was long, mis-shapen and forlorn
All his wifes ran away without a smile,
But full of a gaze unhallowed eyes of stone
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC
I might know the ending of my time,
but pity for you is all I’ve got, since I wake knowing that I’m dying, but you wake pretending that your not.
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
Mama bore a girl with a gun for a year
Teeth dripping lead,
And lips bleeding red,
Lashes curled for war
tongue waxing lyrics
Of both beauty and battles
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC