((photo I took where I used to live))
"along with the people inside"
vision fades around the edges like the dead pixels of a glitching video game
songs on youtube slowed to 0.75 speed as your rapid pulse slowly decreases
feeling of inadequacy shadows thoughts and just barely motivates to get better
if there's a god, it wouldn't want me
unorthodox hobbies and habits and interests blacken my soul
moments of enlightenment received from the things those who damn others despise
scantily clad graphite boys and charcoal girls decorate the pages of my sketchbook
thoughts poured into word documents on school computers
hope that some boy will love this ex-catholic schoolboy whose arms have sharpie faces
he burns greek incense and watched as its smoke fills the room
thick rose-scented air sucked into young lungs
"losing the feeling of feelin' unique"
black band shirt and black jeans and black eyeliner and gray black sneakers
his first pair of boxers he ever bought sit red on his hips and thighs
phone's safari page open to pete wentz's infamous dick pic and zodiac signs
"these words are too inconsistent to have a theme or true meaning," says i
pockets of my pants are stained with winter blood
'succ my nuts' written on hands of friends
this is yours truly, sometimes calm and quiet, and other times rambling and hyperactive
please stay for the ride, the seat next to me has been empty for too long
YOU ARE READING
Poetry?
Poetryuh just feelings vomited onto a page, some dredged up from my school docs accnt. maybe it's semi-good. just basic teenage boy angst. enjoy if you want. heads up, some // n o t f u n v i b e s// ahead
