He said write like you’re real
and i laughed in his face
we are all a product of our environment
cant you see all the ******* you create is fake?
‘you are an easy girl to love’
i’m easier if you just forget about me too
serial disappointer for hire
woke up with monsters
painted on the ceiling
my sistine chapel
always shining darker than whats-his-name’s
red light digital analog
seen faintly through a blanket cocoon
sleep is for dreamers
mine replay memories
my head rests in the hollow of your collarbone
just as well as
your hand on the nape of my neck
i’m sorry we couldn’t be us
carry the moon in buckets
and wash my soul for tomorrow
perception is always lost between syllables