#whatfor
You wore your heart on your sleeve
Until you couldn't take the pain anymore.
Then one day, it shattered on the floor.
You could pick it up
And put it back together.
But you can't help but wonder...
"What for?"
Your frustration eventually brings
Tears to your eyes as you realize
That all you want is to feel okay again.
But you're worried if you do,
You could let your guard down
And your heart could break again.
Here's the thing: it doesn't matter
How high or thick your walls are.
You will get hurt one way or another.
So why not let yourself be happy
For awhile.
Go ahead. Have some fun.
Because as far as we know,
You only get one.
Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC
I spill the notes
sing for the spreadsheet
the crowd is drowsy
sail past my quotes
mic smells like bad ****
the stools are lousy
beers filled to the brim
thoughtcrime-free
nineteen blokes
ate for me
but their broken skin
left my words alone
for the coaster-foam
to cradle their sin
the status-quo:
busy blondes, bubbling beer
and bulging bellies
all to bear, out
a fiery night.
the blokes drink dry
i spill the tea
and know my words
will fly
unseen
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 5:28 PM UTC