Overdose
I don’t fit in. I am the ugliest of weeds among all the weeds themselves. Things that don’t matter and things that do: I manage to mess them up just alike. I thought this was over; that period in my life took place years ago. I am not supposed to be the same anymore. Yet [...]
for the boy with a mole
this poem is dedicated to a boy…a very special (and I use that word loosely) boy that if he reads this than he’ll know its for him. – how can I say this delicately? the fact is you kind of stink. not to mention you have buck teeth. i am sorry to say that there [...]
Today
I saw your picture today. It was awful in a cute type of way. I think I fell in love today. It still feels weird to say I almost died today. It was nothing but a fluke mistake. I want to kiss you today. It is just in case I don’t have another day.