You keep me up at night. You keep me up.
I'm attracted to broken people, and the moment you started to show your fix, I bailed.
you're that line, that lie I keep on using
you are convenient excuse.
you live in this different world, a spherosphere I have no name for.
of using you, and I think about you and your lips, and I drown myself in memory of your taste.
I want to fuck you good.
ArmaLite of butterflies; beautiful but a killer.
Let's talk. Let's kiss. Let's have sex. Let's have lots of babies. I can't believe
I want those things
with you, and mean th ...Read more
a reply to Kei's 6 A.M. Dusk, which you can read via this link. Yes, #Keithan, rise. RIIIISE. 🙌🏾
but you feel like a headache
Jesus Christ! Ease down on them seasonal metaphors, man!
You put me down like I'm some sort of forecast, but I am swollen, legged, encased and embalmed,
feet concrete and metric of spades.
We're all just semi-adults trying to fucking function
but I can't stop thinking about you and I don't know what to do with it.
I imagine your days more uneventful than they actually are, while I
I danced with the dragons, and mighty we ...Read more
He really is as rotten as he said he is. Silly child, you should have listened.
You should have paid attention when he said he's unavailable.
You really should have seen the way he played you with ease
like he played thousands before you
like aging toys.
He'll never change. He is not good enough for you the way you
are not good enough for him.
He called you baby and you fell for it. Silly child, now you're left screaming
Where are you? Who are you fucking right now? Whose lips are you kissing,
and if those lips remind you of me,
I hope I'm better than them. I hope. I hope. I really h ...Read more
Anarchy of the mind.
I wrote some welcome-to-my-blog remarks, which you can read here.