#wordporn

It’s okay to

feed the kids

this way

hide the pills

of life

any

way

that

you can

shout it out

in whatever voice

fills your throat

even if it’s

not yours

you took the sun

so you see

posting a shot of a typewriter

replaces the need for a

unique writing voice or style

with you

you see

im special cause I fucking love autumn

when you left

so you see

aesthetic coffee cup stain on my desk for no reason

you see

im special cause I fucking love autumn

plagiarised pinterest

pushed around

the plate

for tea again?

Thank god

I’m famished

🙂


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New Video: Sad Girl’s Love Song

I take each letter of your name,
embroidered to my existence,
experiencing euphoria,
every instant.

 

You are enough.

 

I swear that it’s love,
mood music and medicine,
from your tips to my lips,
a picture of perfection,
with any face I can find.

 

You are not done.

 

Let a girl love,
moving from mishap to mishap,
misshapen heart,
broken and barren,
but able to beat,
for today’s true love,
whoever that might be.

 

You are the sun.

I sing my sad girl’s love song,
high above the clouds,
careful not to close my eyes,
so I can recall,
the fire of each finale,
charred on my cheeks,
that are sick of salty soliloquies.

 

You are undone.

 

I’m stranded in an ocean I created,
from all the certainties I was wrong about,
as you swim out,
like all the others,
because everybody loves a sad girl,
that they’re certain they can fix.

 

You are wrong.
You are gone,
as I hold my heavy heart shut.


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I Drove You Crazy

I didn’t plan to spend so much time,

inside your mind.

Sweet sailor valentine,

dressed up in denim,

and your mother’s money,

precocious brocialist baby boy,

that I just couldn’t resist.

I never meant to mean so much,

just summer love,

or something to study,

but there I was,

traipsing through your mind.

It was just the summer.

My own was somewhere else,

sometimes,

when we kissed,

under sing song stars.

You complained about my expensive and excessive lipgloss,

and I made a mental note,

to punish you forever,

but,

you must understand,

I never meant like this.

I never meant to mean so much,

because I thought we were pretend,

so I was unaware of why you started to cry,

when I called you,

offering homework help,

and liquorice.

It was just liquorice. 

I never meant to move in to your mind.

I never meant to mean so much.

You must understand,

I didn’t think I had the right,

but,

still,

I dove inside,

and drove you crazy,

so you say.

I never meant to mean so much.


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A Moonlit Kiss in The West End

I remember you,

six foot something sunset,

who ran away from the circus.

Waiting in a Chinatown alley,

to entice me to the dark, with candy clouds.

 

 

Your name melted on my tongue,

sensual, sugary syllables,

dancing down my throat,

and back out.

I spelled it out in sighs, drinking in the sights.

 

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My heart,

in your eyes,

claimed and captured.

My hands, branded and glued,

to the saccharine sensation of belonging to you.

 

 

I could see the moon,

the stars drew near,

but you banished the night,

until the sky was nothing more,

than pretty lights for me to spy.

 

 

I forgot how to breathe,

pressing my lips to yours,

stealing your air,

and tasting your intentions,

sweeter and more addictive than your name.


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