"I am not as sincere or nice as I seem so yeah don't get on the wrong train because of me."

"A genuine anteater,"
The pet man told me dad.
Turned out, it was an aunt eater,
And now my uncle's mad!

I know that you are lonely and I think we need to walk.
I keep wasting words about the weather and other small talk.
You gotta promise to keep pulsing just like the April rain.
Your lips are just flesh but they sure cover all the pain.

I walk beside you because you are my best friend.
We can walk through the park, hand in hand.
I'll keep you safe no matter where, until we reach our end.
I promise to love you past the trees,
but there's one thing I don't understand.

I can't see the harm in loving,
despite all that comes.
There were those that left before me,
but I'm not that one.

Your leaving is death,
but I still keep you alive.  
I wait for you, Kori,
and that's how I survive.

They say you never get over it, you just learn to tolerate.
I let cups of coffee stain my lips to remove your taste.  
I don't wanna think less of you; you can't be someone I hate.
I don't want you to disappear or for my love to go to waste.

I could die from anticipation just to **** the wait.
Until I see you again, my dreams will create
a way to visit you in my own personal paradise.
What it would be to hold you again as you shiver from the ice.

I'm not sure if anyone could love you more than I.
But I welcome them to do, or at least to try.
I want you to be loved. I want you to be happy.
I want you to be loved with or without me.

I want you to be loved.
I want you to be loved.
I want you to be loved
with or without me.

I knew I was in love; when you told me someone was above,
and I believed you.
I knew I was in love; when you woke me up for a walk,
and I went on the walk.
I knew I was in love; when you first yelled at me,
and I apologized.
I knew I was in love; when you said that you would be leaving,
but you did stay,
just in another way.

**** me senseless
**** me vicariously
**** me to feel good about yourself
And **** me so I can forget about me

**** me until I break
Until I forget what I should remember
About lies and tries
August, bathtub, September

Let your sweat cascade between my fingers
As my webs scoop the excess
Moan and move with me
And let's be a beautiful mess

Or we can be ugly

**** me until I hurt
**** me until you squirt
**** me like you want to stay
**** me like you never want to go away
You can **** me because you're sad
Or you can **** me because we're in love


/are you okay?/
//i'm fine. i'm always fine when i'm with you.//
/please stay/
//i wish i could stay forever but i'll be back as soon as i can//
/i wish things were easier/
//josh, i can't wait until we can be together every day, for the rest of our lives//
/...****, this hurts/
//i love you//
/and i love you, kori/
//josh, when did you know that you loved me?//
/when did i know?/
//yes//
/i guess i knew that i loved you whenever i thought about what my life would be like without you, and felt nothing but fear and emptiness/
//oh, baby... make sure you kiss me before i go, and the second i come back//
/of course/
//you can kiss me every other moment, if you wish//
/i intend to/


Laying in a bathtub, September slavery
Roses on my wrists, y'know
What you do to me
Silver streaks in your hair
Silver steaks everywhere
Coconut groves and stares,
Eyes spinning out of control

If there was God, then Adam and Eve
Essence before existence
Diamond smiles and river-bred humans
With cracked nails and cracked personas
Gravitas
Silver, Lime, Dead Cells
Have a rib
Clear water, but I don't drink
Clarity in thought, but I can't think
Tell, t-tell me what you did
Youngstown, Palo Alto, Rio De Janeiro
If I can't find you here, then where are you?
Are you
Here?
Or
There?


No, I'm wherever you want me to be but it's not so simple.

Fuchsia nights

Don't

Take my money
Take my keys
And if you could
**** me, please.

When I was young
They thought I was a girl
My hair was curly
A head full of whirls
I grew up
Happy and naïve
Until others
Said there was something wrong with me
My hair was something that made me feel ashamed
I was a curly haired ******
And it was my fault, I was to blame
As I grew up, I learned about others
About those who weren’t me
My friends or my brothers
Not everyone had good fathers and mothers
They were hurt, too. Sometimes worse than me
Broken hearts, homes, and trust, sadly.
They were hurt by the ones they held closest
Not some passerby or stranger
The one that held them, raised them, and kept them free of danger
Who would sing to them by their bunk bed
Breathing lullabies, soft eyes, young soul to be fed
They were now broken, forgetting what it was to be loved
I learned it wasn’t my fault that they pushed
Because they too were being shoved

Rejection is hard, rejection is tough,
Rejection has a way of making you feel like
You’re just not enough
If someone doesn’t want you
Don’t feel second rate
Because inside of us all
Lies something great

Stepping in front of a car has never struck me as w**reckless.

You stab me in the back with a knife,
and I apologize for bleeding on it.