a slam poetry

i love you , i hope nothing will change if you ever find this. i love you and i shouldn't. i love you and i don't know how to tell you. but if you read this, please think of me..

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

Just twenty one pilot lyrics from their album 'Blurryface'. I don't own the lyrics.

"I think you should -" "Correction: I am in my own body, with my own mind; you do not and cannot tell me what to do."

just when the catipillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly × sequel to 'transgender' {HIGHEST RANKING #3}