honey, i dont play these games
my arms are too frail for tug-of-war

you made me an entire universe
but refused to live in it with me

so now i stare at the stars
and wonder which one is your spaceship
and wonder why you havent come to visit me

in this universe you made for me
in this universe you made for us
in this universe that is my prison

evan peters,
your so fine.
i've seen your behind, atleast 4 times.
i think you should know that you're a dime.
will you be my valentine?

evan peters,
is one hell of a man,
he can even pull off lobster hands.
evan peters i am your  biggest fan.
i would love to tell you this over a can of spam.
but ****.
you're emmas man.

evan peters,
you're so fly,
you're bootylicious,i can't denie, to hell with shakira,
your hips do not lie,
american horror story, until the day i die!

Dream louder then you speak.
Speak louder then you dream.

There's only one thing I see
Black.
There seems to be only one thing
Black.
The blackness goes on and one
Always
     Endlessly
          Infinitely
               Permanently
BLACK
Forever black.

I hardly remember colors.
I sort of remember red
kind of green or maybe it was blue
how would i know,
i can't remember what color went with what name.
maybe it was yellow or pink or orange
or white.
white.
the opposite of black.
what a luxury
an unappreciated luxury
to see the opposite
of black.
what a luxury
to see anything
other than
black.

black.
thats the only color i'm certain of.
i see it all the time.
i wake up
black.
i try to walk
black.
i do nothing
black.
i go to sleep
black.
and the cycle repeats
day
after day
after day
the cycle repeats.

Black.
it's boring
and i'm sick of it
but it's all i have.
black.

lips (pl. n.): another word for home
*(see: familiarity, beauty)

I can’t express these words of love

or embrace the somber sounds of denial,

But if I should wake and our world is through

Know on my back I will carry you.

When all that we know fades away

I hope you realize the love that was made.

I hope you see love in the stars

I hope you can love who you are.

I cannot protect you forever, my love

But know that at the end, I call for you;

And if we should die so steady and fast

Know that our love will eternally last

I have no doubt that our love lives eternally

But I’m staring right at you and you can’t embrace me,

So is it love at all if it’s never alive?

Does it take life for love to die

T.B. Wayne

A sad snapshot of a
thought: we
could have never

met. how close were
we?
to picture

life
without our
love;

opposite of
a
selfie.