i sexually identify as the 28 degree january breeze sneaking through your cracked window at 5am
one time a school of fish said to me, "everything will be fine. we promise. just hang around longer."
it was mid-june, i believed them
one time i tweeted, "you have so much undiscovered depth. you are an ocean,"
referring to my gay friend who is known for being sassy and, well, gay
and not for what he really is
or what he's worth
anyway, someone replied to it
"you're a cork in the ocean"
and to this day i still think about what the **** that even means
but its poetic sounding and i like it
i guess
we are all the **** of a great cosmic joke
and i am not me anymore
i'm a hurricane aftermath
it swept away all the worth i had left
and here i am,
incompletely resolute
my favourite shade of orange is the one leaves turn before they commit suicide and if that doesn't say something about my personality then i don't know what does
all i'm trying to say is that
the grass is green for a reason and it turns brown and ugly sometimes but it always goes back to how it was before and i need you to promise me that you'll hold on