“I Try Again And Again To Beautify Things That Harm Me, Romanticizing Hate And Colouring The Darkness

The stars scattered

Spinning

Tilted

The stars stumbled

Fell right in the grass

Rolled

Peeled

Everything fulfilled

The stars stuttered

Then jumped

Right in my pocket

To keep for you

My star rocket patroller

Never again to happen

Never begin to rapture

We mustn’t

We must stay placed

Firmly

Upon the ground

Not around

The sky

You and I

We are celestial beginnings

Now let’s dance

On the brink

A sky roller rink

Think pink

Haze

We’ll graze

On star gaze

Now neatly placed

You and I

We are the sky

We are the ground

We are all around

This town

Let’s dip

Take another sip

Of the sun

And the moon

Shall we croon

Or is it too soon?

6/4/19

- drowning

““It is a misconception that the innocent sleep well. The worse a man is, the more profound his slumber; for if he had a conscience, he would not be a villain.””

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And I know I’m not good enough

For anyone to love me

I’m really not that funny

And most peope think I’m ugly

I’m sorry that I’m not enough

Sorry that I’m not that tough

Old photo of my grandparents, when they were dating.