❛ babies cry when they are first born,
ripped away from the place they called home
coded into their DNA is the impulse
of being an attention seeker
always feeling so touch-starved despite
the warmth of their blanket and
constant love they're swaddled in
never enough, anything is
always take take take
they grab and grip a toy from the store shelf
always more more more
they punch and kick in their plastic high seats
greedy little motherfuckers ❜
━January 28, 2021
this was honestly just random lol
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BEETLEJUICE , poetry
Poetry. . bitter me, how sweet of you to ask if I'd be your muse and go and paint me blue © 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝
