type written inspirations
spit out forth and back
into the sky

i close my eyes around a key
jagged metal cuts through the lid
and i can’t hold you up
but refuse to let you
down

tie me up and break me

i’m waiting

i’m the last page
of a small book.
i’m the final note
in a short song.
i’m waiting for them to take me
and they make me wait so long.

i’m the last scene
in a commercial.
i’m the last breath
of a fly.
i’m waiting for you to hate me
or to let me feel up your thigh.

i’m the last picture
on a disposable camera.
i’m the last sip
of a thimble’s drink.
i’m waiting for you to save me
or to just let me sink.

addressing old wounds

i’m not going anywhere
you, concrete
put me here

i’m writing a letter
addressing old
wounds

left open to breathe
let me bleed
let me breathe
let me

i’m as cold as a weak metaphor
cream echoes
against my skull

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dogpartyrocks:

We predicted the future. You can thank us later 😂

This band is really rad. You should listen to them if you like cool music.

i chased Nothing through
out my life and he lead me
to a dried out valley.

i spoke to him and found
out i was nothing but
too late.

i gave up, i gave in, i breathed
out. i gave myself completely
to Nothing

your type

"s/he’s my type"
yes.
of course.
a whole person
distilled and bottled
just for you.

you see a fire
and think it exists
to light your candle.

you see the sun
and think it exists
to light your path.

“s/he’s my type”
yes.
of course.
a whole life
dimmed and shut
just for you.