-my best friend is copying my life but better
the only wish of mine before i walk alongside death, is for the ink from my pen to sink into a single soul and take root.
it is now december, and i have been feeling this way since july. that i am an impostor in my own life.
march’s last day feels far too unsettling. like the end of an era. the end of you.
i know that you’re not wasting time stuck in an endless cycle. i know you clawed your way out.
i saw all the stars tonight. dozens of miles away from harsh city light. i can only dream to be as beautiful as them.
for christmas i got a mind full of rage and a body labeled as a sex object. i guess i was worse this year than i thought.
i’m drawn to you. and i have been for a lifetime.
heaven is over now. the party got shut down. the amphitheater is empty. the bars deserted. usually so full of life but now; deathly silent. but they’re waiting.