& i am not lonely at all. myself and i, we're tall dark and lonely-lovely
together, she loves me
even with no face on.
she'd touched me even if there were bugs crawling out of pores in my skin
or living in my brain
or sitting on my irises. i see my smile in the mirror
And spiders too
she thinks my radium tears are most beautiful
when they eat their chemical way
through my throat. which is soothed by
teenage milk. which is chocolate and sweet.
i fill the world up when the world rests inside a glass cup
smash and i am purified
–
my love/crush on dizzee kipling/jaden smith (pre-hair cut) strengthens ever more in the dying light of day. like an orange, originally tangerine-like, then basketball-esque flame – such is my love. large and full and spilling. oh how it smolders, oh how it grows. one of these nights it will consume me entirely. that much is certain at all.
im just messing lmaooooooooooooooooooooooooo he is really really cute tho. this poem is bad but hey! it's springtime! rebirth is on its way.
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OPEN-BRAIN SURGERY
Poetryshoved a needle in my brain and now my head won't stop bleeding