Must you distort my intentions
to suit your moods?
What a monster I must seem
with your face laid on top
and your words rammed
down my throat.
I can think of a million things
I’d rather swallow
most of which are contained
within your multitudes.
The air is so heavy
that I cannot lift my tongue
to speak.
What good are these feelings
if I cannot dream?
Must you criticize
what you do not understand?
My bones are scarcely
worth their weight.
I’ve been dragging them
around this room all day
and they’ve yet
to prove their substance.
Loving you consumes
my heart wholly.
I’ve hardly the time left
to cry.
I’m tired of crying anyways.
I’ve made up my mind
to be a new kind of beautiful
the kind of beautiful that doesn’t
ostracize strangeness.
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On a side note I have an Instagram account. I will still…
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