let me be your wild nothing
floating in the air around us
extravagant personality
in a mediocre body
let me be your wild nothing
tasting of cherry
smelling of vanilla and lavender
let me be your wild nothing
the one who can be everything you want
and nothing you need
manic pixie dreams girls have a curriculum they learn
derived from self depreciation and magic
i am magic, that's the one thing i know
body like silk
(have i said this all before)
come here lover boy
and let me be your wild nothing
flowers growing in fields like memories in old dusty attics
like burned down houses on the corners of city streets
look so out of place
i'll be your wild nothing
if you can be my
calm something
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoetryWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
