I could just go, like an unanswered wish in the wind. Swept up in the dirt to grow again.

And I am sorry world, that my hair is always up, and my eyes always down.

I fill my basin with my favorite empty things. And act surprised when I don’t want to be alive. Thirsty

and when we broke up because I had no eggs in my basket, and the cheating truth came out, and war was on the inside of your mind, they taught you how to use the gun on yourself but most importantly on me.

The middle plants are my insides.
She said she likes my writings even when she’s not high.

I want what the Universe wants;

And when I tell you I cheated on you,
I’ll say, it feels better than feeling nothing.