I never wanted to write angsty things.
But i don't find it humorous, or even beautiful
The way i used to.
Love is a verb.
And you obviously don't give a ****.
I delete you, your poisonous presence.

You taint words.
My words.
Is there a bigger crime?
But i know
i am egocentric.
So, of course there is
and its not eating bananas
But you know i hate them too.
has too much hate
does an agitated mind.

Feelings  fill my head. Insubstantial like water.
Unspeakable.
Occasionally forming waves. Crashing, submerging my vision.
I am under.  In a warped world.
Yet I breath.
Like a mermaid.

The stars are suspended,
but never in suspense
because by the time
they meet your eyes
They are dead.

Does innovation require a person to be more than their experiences, or just a new combination of them?

Surely, i hear you say,
the beauty of
becoming
surpasses
the beauty of
Being. Being me.

My brain pulsates
My  heat breaks
I am free.