My hands open up
Like bouquets of flowers. Please
Take them, they’re for you.
I swear to god I’m gonna bash your face in… to my face so I can kiss you
my awesome taste in music balances out with my shitty personality.
There’s going to be a day
When my bones aren’t heavier
than the weights on my shoulders,
too loaded down to move;
when bags deeper than the hole
down which all my cares plummet
don’t hang under bloodshot eyes
on a cold and pained face;
when my body’s go-to position
won’t be to curl up in a ball