Poop head magoo

A love
Once filled to the brim
Spilling over
Topples
Leaves nothing but a dry glass

A full moon lit
Vibrations on my finger tips
full force on the cusp
With a fear to perch
Leaving a trail
I track the endless fight
Like a moth to a light

Your cup is half full
And I am empty
Nothing inside of me
What can we do to make it right
Will you love me though the night?

You’ll say,
Commitments a scary thing
Paying the price of life

No one I love stays around me. They either die or leave. Saying “I love you”

The person I wanted to heal with is now the person I’m trying to heal from

me when anything:

I wonder what that kind of love is like

I found an old photo that still smells like you

I keep digging my own grave. Like I wish I could act cool, calm and collected but I can’t. I can’t hold my feelings in ever I always gotta say some stupid shit

can’t even ask for reassurance anymore.

I’m so embarrassing

Fuck Cohabs

I can’t shake the feeling that you’ll be leaving….not necessarily is a necessity to keep yourself at bay. Deep down you know the answer, but are too afraid to pull the trigger. While I wait for the impact, my chest absorbs the pressure.

and every time I look at you I’m reminded of the sad truth

Someone once said to me “you look like the type of person who just cries alone a lot” and now I have to continue to live this truth because now others know it’s canon

There’s nothing left

One day I’ll be loved into oblivion

I wait to blow up the toilet until someone activates the hand dryer to cover up my fire cracker noises

how can I grasp falling sand

How can one be afraid of losing when they’ve already lost? Stuck in the constant flow of still water. How can you make me feel like we’re moving when I’m buried. Chained to the same spot you once found me. A rabbit in a magic show

I miss being told sweet things and actually believing them

A forced hand
Fear grips tightly
Gasping
Waiting to hear
“I want you”
Words that will never come
But I’ll forever
Linger on

The misogynistic trans woman

“you’re so angry at the world”

that pause
that hold in your heart
afraid of damage
Afraid of ruin
you wait
for the perfect moment
to kill

I hate how all my happiest moments are tied to you

and thus I try to cope
A wound so deep
ever full
I find myself waiting
for that sharp turn
Winding into the same scar
i’m learning to hate these mountain tops

Someone make this your album/ep cover pls

I see you watching me
You better pay delivery
I see you watching me
Don’t you know there is a flat fee
I see you watching me
Bubble wrapped packed
In your backpack