I am sixteen
and I am
dumb.
Because I let my gut
take the
wheel,
and strap my brain
in the backseat.
Because I believe
in success
and I believe
in amusement.
And I believe the two
are not
mutually exclusive.
Because I am left.
And because
I left
my doubts behind.
Because I think
I've figured out
"unconditionality",
but don't even understand
basic algebra.
Because my smile,
is shattered
and stitched,
but still brighter than
your flickering desk lamp
at 2 a.m.
Because I
smell colors
and I see feelings
and I feel scents
and I laugh.
Unapologetically.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
the bottom of the spiral staircase
PoezjaAn enchiridion of all my experiences, feelings and general thoughts. Just a compilation of poems I've written in my spare time throughout the years, or ones I wrote three minutes ago and will regret in the morning. Whichever way, this is my outlet...