downtown galaxy - my poetry

don't pause

don't stop, don't overthink, and for the love of god don't keep your half-finished drafts as "works in progress" for months on end

i wish i could just let all the words stain without worry of how they'll look, forgetting or fucking up because honestly they make it seem so easy and raw

i'd burn with jealousy if they weren't people i loved beyond words, but hey could you drop off a bit of your talent on my doorstep too? just a pinch'll do, i promise.