Fifteen years old Corinne says that
alcohol is like confidence in a bottle
And she just ******* loves that ****
and I say, you know it's not something
you have to buy, at least that's what I've heard.
But I get her. To me, alcohol tastes
real real good until I'm drunk and then
it just feels like falling. And I get tired
of falling. Into things and out of things
so much so that I abstain from drinking
unless I'm in private and then
I sit in my closet with all of my hims'
and we get drunk together
and we **** to get her and
we fall together
like we get her. And we kind of do.

I'm trying to get
something together.
I don't know whether its
myself that I'm trying to
piece together and neaten
into a whole or a whole
bunch of everybody's selves
and affix it into what I'm told
is a little less unstable.

I write three times a day
so that my mind stays
leveled.

I squat a hundred times
every morning so that my
thighs stay taut.

I base my face every night
with Jojoba oil to help
maintain the oiliness
of my skin and every morning
with organic honey
to help bring balance
and newness to my face.

I dance every night
just to feel my heart
beat beating.

And still, they ask
what do I do for my
soul?

half of the people that love me
don't like me enough to leave me
and I don't know what that says
about them or me other than that
they don't understand the way the
world should work, only how it does work and I hate them everyday
for not trying.

the parantheses
on either side of your lips
do not say that you've spent
your life crying.
I'm guessing
you've smiled some
and laughed some
and if my presence is
what brings those lines
a great chance to deeper
set upon you, I'd like to
give you all of the chance
this world could lend you
to be a little bit happier.