what do you write
when you are sixteen and appeal only to girls
who think they know the pain of heartbreak
between their morning classes?
who believe they have walked a thousand earths
in their paper-white sneakers,
and their flowing hair?
lips covered in flowers;
skin painted in gold;
they are happy, and a little bit empty
which is why they love poetry like mine,
which dresses itself in obscurity
and ****** metaphors
like this forgery could pass for anything real.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
what do you write
when you are sixteen and appeal only to girls
who think they know the pain of heartbreak
between their morning classes?
who believe they have walked a thousand earths
in their paper-white sneakers,
and their flowing hair?
lips covered in flowers;
skin painted in gold;
they are happy, and a little bit empty
which is why they love poetry like mine,
which dresses itself in obscurity
and ****** metaphors
like this forgery could pass for anything real.