Haven’t felt like updating this thing it only gets 30 views a post so no one will miss it. I have written good things but am hoarding it for a hard copy release. Luck has kinda increased and opportunities have come about -energy push- getting drunk as hell tonight so il probly post a black out poem, which I think is what I will reserve this space for (╭☞•́⍛•̀)╭☞

I love a liar/my heart belongs to a cheater I loved someone who would never betray me I held the greatest painter I fucked my favorite writer, history is so important.

What will become of me?

No money

Internet is worseeee than pen in paper I hold my crown pearls everyday to write one beautiful sentence a can weed perfect sentence for those pearls were meant that I helping to you

 I can’t interpret what my fingertips feel I crave heart attacks so someone can see my stroke on the train track and be put me on the internet immortalized forever 

 I took the train an extra stop to fallout on the Brooklyn bridge

I came to and did coke on the stairs of city hall to claim dominance of all the times 

I was in bookings 

And it’s raining and I’m alone and my hair is cute and I’m not far from home because I never leave 

I remember pay phones calling my first love it was 80 dollars we didn’t have I had no idea collect calls were taxed in tombs I got out three days later and she didn’t move loyal worried midtown beauty the only time

The world stood still for me 

Loser faggot

I am the vapid clipped wings of an untalented bird I believe I should be up with others in clouds 

I belong on the ground 

 The ones that claim to love want you destitute docile and dependent the thing I love about myself is that

Revenge is my greatest motivation I am ecstatic to leave them behind, couldn’t believe in me enough to hold a glass my biggest regret is letting a year that could have been gorgeous pass I am happy to thrive focused and alive