I feel as if writing
these words, or
any words in that case,
is a cause for laughter
by my peers
(maybe in body
but not in
mind),
and my inadequacies have
never appeared so
great.
...
But you forget, darling,
that no one can steal your beauty away but you,
and why would you do that
to yourself?
YOU ARE READING
Froot Loops @ Midnight
PoetryI don't know why I care about your thoughts so much. Who the hell cares why you're up at three in the morning?