It’s perfectly normal to not be perfectly normal, and to go see your father on a national holiday when he’s just going to ask for money.
My poetry starts with nicotine.
After awhile I mixed in alcohol.
Catholicism is a main ingredient.
Puberty is a wicked mix of Absinthe.
Next I add a father broken from war.
My mom could be friend or betrayer.
I had to maintain a delicate balance
between being real or just amusing.
Amusing is easy. Real is impossible
yet here I am confessing once again.
Okay I love it so I love you guys so I can do that for when I love it I just want you guys too much and I’ll see what I want for when I have a chance at you and I can help with the other stuff and I’ll lay on my head and I’ll make you feel like you are in love and I miss your love and I miss my heart and love your love and I love love mama love love miss mama love love mama mama love love miss mama love mama love love miss mama love mama love love miss mama love love you mama love love mama mama love love miss mama love love you love love miss mama love love you love love miss mama love love you mama love love miss mama love love you love love miss mama love love you love love miss mama
I can do that when I’m ready
I guess my typing suggestions are pretty centered
You don't need other people to drive away your loneliness
You just needed to find a way to talk to it
Well I'm dying but not right now
I've been trying to take the life I've found
And make a fire out of all that's left
But I keep getting burned
Small progress rarely satisfies
Swap it in
Cut me out
Stall for them
Quit for now
Stop on by
Front door lock
Back door key
I give just what I get
Cause it’s summer time here
There’s never a good time to see you
Moments still eat seconds that
eat from minutes that feed from
hours while we toil at jobs that
steal from ticking life's hourglass
sand in tiny pieces never quit
until we are just dead clocks.