I may not be a perfect person but at least I have never yelled at an employee in a store
right?
middle of the night
woke up with butterflies
don’t know where they flew in from
why they’re here
or even what they look like
maybe i had a nice dream
that i forgot already
they just stopped by to enjoy it with me
yeah
that must be it
Too late
So I said to me,
I said
next time.
I’ll hide it next time
It won’t dig and make roots and sprout vines out of my stupid overflowing tongue
next time
I’ll ignore it next time
I won’t make a fool of myself
Next time.
Well guess who has arrived
old pal next time is back
And nothing has changed like I wanted
And I still fish for unnecessary words just to keep talking with you
And I still chase souls bigger than my own
Souls that can sprint galaxies while I gasp
for air at my doormat.
When can I be the mysterious one,
the one being chased?
Where is MY character development?
I want my goddamn
character development
sometimes i feel like a mix of incompatible parts. sometimes it feels like my bones don’t fit right in my skin anymore and my veins weigh too much and every single particle feels like it doesn’t belong in my body… my atoms are fighting, they’re all pulling apart from each other and soon, i’m probably going to explode.
it just hurts, is what i’m saying. It hurts to exist.
it’s okay, though. i can keep pretending i’m not hyperaware of my every heartbeat. i can pretend for a while, at least. // “what’s wrong, babe?”
Where’s MY character development
I want my
gosh darn
character development
