the art of a fragile heart
Wed. 2/12/2025
most of this day didn't feel real.
everything was moving, shifting to the side. i wish i could pull my brain out and stomp it to pieces.
so if i stayed, it's because i love you
we all hurt, and it hurts so bad. we all hurt, and it hurts so bad.
heaven come down. heaven come down.
lift me up and take me out of here, and please don't make it hurt.
how he hurt me, how every man hurt me.
how the only person who hasn't ever hurt me doesn't have a penis.
and what am i supposed to do?
don't take me, don't burn me, don't heal me.
let me simmer, let me seethe.
let me boil and fester within myself, i will make it harder to breathe.
you take me around the parking lot, lights spinning in your eyes.
and i muster up the courage to stand in the face of it all.
your head, spinning
knees deep in the green green grass
if only i wasn't scared of you
and thank my god i will never be
saliva on the carpet
if only i knew
what summer school would lead me to
a halt in the earth
for just that little second
your hand wrapping around my skin
enclose me in nothing,
rape me
enclose my body in multitudes of the butterflies that you love and envy
the curve of the arms that you grope and lust over
the false curve of the waist
the starved stomach
painkillers in my veins
is this what love feels like
love me, love me, love me
kill me softly, then watch me grow
an ode to strawberries
little pockets of seeds that pop in your mouth
blushing with red
bleeding down my chuck taylors
sour sweetness
the seeds meet in the middle
im not afraid of you anymore
Mon. 3/3/2025
zurich is stained somewhere in oregon
somewhere in oregon
some one has my heart
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