OPEN-BRAIN SURGERY

para mi pendejito favorito

love is not the demon

or even the red hot sword coming close to confuse flesh no

love is maybe the confusion, never the sin but

the knuckles unpunched love is

your tongue falling out mid sentence

leaving a space between "i" and "you"

too small for hate to fit into love is the

bandaid or the oil slicked over flyaway curls or a new spine

or a red jacket, keeping you safe from the cold. love,

trapped up in between fingers, sewed into the palms of hands & feet:

the source of revival

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yo the boy that i wrote this about is such a great guy!!! i don't like him like that anymore (Or Do I? Find On Next Week's Episode of Anita's Fleeting Teenage Affections: A Saga) but i wrote this down underneath a description emotions and idk i sure did like him on november 19 of 2016. pls listen to "home" by brockhampton and "some" by steve lacy and "distraction" by kehlani & "always forever" by cults it may not change your life but Maybe it will! May God bless all persons reading this irrelevant after note today nd always