I want a boyfriend who’s going to read my poetry!
I don’t want him to be mean
At least he never is to me
But I’m happy he has thoughts
About my poetry
About the giant baby taking over my bed
About her dad who fights for the space in my head
About the job I barely have
It’s two jobs it’s two jobs I barely have

He’s 50/50

I don’t want him to be mean
At least he doesn’t seem so to me
I wish he’d read my poetry

I’m sorry if it misunderstood you
I’m sorry if it hurt you
It never meant to

I wish you would read my poetry

Just close it down
And shut your eyes darling
Boys will really break your heart blah blah blah
Don’t we ever get tired of the same narrative
I miss typing on keyboards and picking up speed
Holding down caps lock
I relinquish
all my *****
to you, breeze

These kids these days‘ve got nothing

I’m sad for them but ain’t it something
Our moms feel the same about us
Our moms feel the same about us
Like no matter how much they gave
It wasn’t enough
All they could do was teach us us teach us

This is how you get a sore tooth
If you’re gonna hold it
Might as well hold it till it wins

Oh well we’re here already again huh?

Sure didn’t take you long.

Have you ever thought about how maybe there’s other people in the world maybe your life is not torn between these two guys that are kind of the same but in different ways:
maybe maybe just maybe you are the scissor and they are opposite sides of the string and all you really need is a fat ******* blade.

It’s not like the Spice Girls said at all

never was

they just did that for popularity.

You can give yourself so foolishly and recklessly -
you can’t -
you can’t just abandon yourself at the side of the highway and take your shell of a body -
hitchhike into the backseat of a car and the car looks good from the outside just like you are on the inside -
it’s all right but that doesn’t mean you were meant to be
that doesn’t mean you should just dive in headfirst jump into the backseat it doesn’t mean that at all -
all that it means is -
you look good from the outside and you’re warm inside too, just a shell of the body even you misconstrued

If you ever think that I’m talking too much
You should just -
Bold faced, just kiss me
And make me shut up.
Be sure to make it seem that it’s -
That it’s just because you love me,
Me when I speak..
And not that you think
I’m talking too much

I bet you just fall asleep
It is unrealistic and silly to me
Honestly.

(Find all the poems with “honestly,” make a song out of them.)

Or maybe I make you crazy enough to stay awake
Doesn’t make much of a difference to me
Till I drink and then I think
You mean something to me
Can’t trust yourself when there’s two of you

Flashing vision from the third eye
Don’t think about it
Honestly

See how quickly I lost you?
Like a ballon tied by a string
Chased by a kid out of reach
I float laughing merrily along