My sexual orientation is girls who look like they could beat me up and boys who look like they wouldn’t stand a chance
the goal is to love myself so much it offends other people
gettin real tired of my own bullshit
I am trash lol
Poetry smelling of stale beer, a mouth red as a wine grape burdening a vine, honey drunk skin, coffee laden tongues.
the criticism from citric spilling mouths, tight little grooves working notches into my skin, no room for silence, no logic behind sin.