I stare into the darkness and beg for a reason to fight
I don't need much
And the great beyond
Or maybe the voices in my head
They Called out;
For love, don't act like you don't know, for love
YOU ARE READING
please don't tell my mom I stole her car in 2015 to drive to Chicago at 4 a.m.
Poetry"we don't read and write poetry because it's cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race."
