(you do you, baby boo, i know moms
who rather write poetry and spend five
bucks on their kids’ mouths lolol)
always the act of forgetting the people
behind the screen, when you blame me
like mingling with lanceheaded dreams
delivering pointless blows spelling it
like im incomplete unless i bring all of
myself to the table alone
& the room’s clean, and the kitchen’s clean
the birds sing and the sunlight’s cold and bright
seems like everything’s where it’s supposed
to be when you’re not around
now what a paradox that is
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
(you do you, baby boo, i know moms
who rather write poetry and spend five
bucks on their kids’ mouths lolol)
always the act of forgetting the people
behind the screen, when you blame me
like mingling with lanceheaded dreams
delivering pointless blows spelling it
like im incomplete unless i bring all of
myself to the table alone
& the room’s clean, and the kitchen’s clean
the birds sing and the sunlight’s cold and bright
seems like everything’s where it’s supposed
to be when you’re not around
now what a paradox that is
People be like, just donate 5 bucks lel not that hard yo
sure thing captain
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