Mar 20
Want to be loved
Born to be a *****
Want to hold hands
Born to hold mimosas
They say that even if it flatlines or falls, it’s a lesson.
But what if I’ve learned enough?
What if I just wanna receive a meaningful hug.
A kiss that actually feels romantic.
Cause how am I supposed to sing “Everything is romantic” and not believe it.
If it falls, least I can say I did my best.
And though I think I’m not there yet.
It feels amazing.
Powerful.
Beautiful.
That’s what you are.
Spotlight and the dark.
Want to be in love
Born with a high taste
Want to be cute
Born to shake ***
I guess my problem is, that I’d hate to be cliche
I like twinks who barely eat and who don’t play love games
If it makes me discouraged and I’m mad at him
I just wait for him to smile and cure my jealousy
It feels so amazing.
And you know you’re ready to settle down
when messaging torsos doesn’t fill that hole anymore.
**** can’t fill the hole in your soul.
You’re beautiful.
Just look at you.
And if you’re lonely know
God has someone else for you.
Cause you deserve the very best.
And quality takes time.
You’re so powerful.
You still have the time.
I survive off of coffee and daytime drinking.
Thinking if this semester will end me.
I imagine us doing nothing and everything.
How it’d feel to rest my head on your shoulder.
Sometimes how it’d feel for you to bend me.
Maybe if I was bolder.
I’d get you just like that.
But I’m who I am.
And I love me like that.
I used to hate me.
I thought I was
unlovable
not beautiful.
But after all the mending.
Soul reinforcing.
I finally know.
I’m beautiful.
Worth it.
Lovable.
Fun.
Kissable.
Strong.
Resilient.
Megatron.
You think you can break my soul, my heart, my faith, *****, why don’t you try.
I hated me.
But I love myself.
So can you.
Feel like I.
Want cuddles and sweet talk.
Born to **** **** in gay clubs.
Struggle to make small talk.
But *** thick and lips pop.
But it’s not defining of me.
I’m not giving my love up.
I’m worthy of loving.
I’m worthy of loving.
I’m fabulous.
I’m a star.
I get so discouraged.
When boys turn me down.
But I shouldn’t stop trying.
I’ll find the right one.
I just wish I was with you.
Under sheets laughing at
childhood stories.
Drinking whiskey with schnapps.
Ranking pop girls.
Playing Don’t Starve.
Texting you goodnight.
Good morning my love.
Jumping in puddles.
Blowing out bubbles.
24/7 what?
You knew I’d say cuddles.
You know me so well.
Like no one ever.
Not even the friends.
Who I met in preschool.
Don’t worry, be cool.
I don’t judge.
I’ll be your lover.
Your friend and defender.
Your idol and fan.
Your second amendment.
I’ll jump a *****.
If they pose you a threat.
And pose for a picture.
Then give you some head.
I’ll do it all.
I got it all in me.
Just cause I ain’t tried.
Doesn’t mean it’s not true.
So let me love you.
I think you’re sweet.
Like a 1996.
Luscious cherry.
And so can you.
If you learn to love yourself.
Love will find you too.
And even though it’s hard sometimes.
Brighter days are coming up.
You’re strong.
Hugs you
Megatron
Born to be a *****
Want to hold hands
Born to hold mimosas
They say that even if it flatlines or falls, it’s a lesson.
But what if I’ve learned enough?
What if I just wanna receive a meaningful hug.
A kiss that actually feels romantic.
Cause how am I supposed to sing “Everything is romantic” and not believe it.
If it falls, least I can say I did my best.
And though I think I’m not there yet.
It feels amazing.
Powerful.
Beautiful.
That’s what you are.
Spotlight and the dark.
Want to be in love
Born with a high taste
Want to be cute
Born to shake ***
I guess my problem is, that I’d hate to be cliche
I like twinks who barely eat and who don’t play love games
If it makes me discouraged and I’m mad at him
I just wait for him to smile and cure my jealousy
It feels so amazing.
And you know you’re ready to settle down
when messaging torsos doesn’t fill that hole anymore.
**** can’t fill the hole in your soul.
You’re beautiful.
Just look at you.
And if you’re lonely know
God has someone else for you.
Cause you deserve the very best.
And quality takes time.
You’re so powerful.
You still have the time.
I survive off of coffee and daytime drinking.
Thinking if this semester will end me.
I imagine us doing nothing and everything.
How it’d feel to rest my head on your shoulder.
Sometimes how it’d feel for you to bend me.
Maybe if I was bolder.
I’d get you just like that.
But I’m who I am.
And I love me like that.
I used to hate me.
I thought I was
unlovable
not beautiful.
But after all the mending.
Soul reinforcing.
I finally know.
I’m beautiful.
Worth it.
Lovable.
Fun.
Kissable.
Strong.
Resilient.
Megatron.
You think you can break my soul, my heart, my faith, *****, why don’t you try.
I hated me.
But I love myself.
So can you.
Feel like I.
Want cuddles and sweet talk.
Born to **** **** in gay clubs.
Struggle to make small talk.
But *** thick and lips pop.
But it’s not defining of me.
I’m not giving my love up.
I’m worthy of loving.
I’m worthy of loving.
I’m fabulous.
I’m a star.
I get so discouraged.
When boys turn me down.
But I shouldn’t stop trying.
I’ll find the right one.
I just wish I was with you.
Under sheets laughing at
childhood stories.
Drinking whiskey with schnapps.
Ranking pop girls.
Playing Don’t Starve.
Texting you goodnight.
Good morning my love.
Jumping in puddles.
Blowing out bubbles.
24/7 what?
You knew I’d say cuddles.
You know me so well.
Like no one ever.
Not even the friends.
Who I met in preschool.
Don’t worry, be cool.
I don’t judge.
I’ll be your lover.
Your friend and defender.
Your idol and fan.
Your second amendment.
I’ll jump a *****.
If they pose you a threat.
And pose for a picture.
Then give you some head.
I’ll do it all.
I got it all in me.
Just cause I ain’t tried.
Doesn’t mean it’s not true.
So let me love you.
I think you’re sweet.
Like a 1996.
Luscious cherry.
And so can you.
If you learn to love yourself.
Love will find you too.
And even though it’s hard sometimes.
Brighter days are coming up.
You’re strong.
Hugs you
Megatron
