People hate that i flip two cigarettes
Upside down in each pack
for luck,
But I hate that people notice
When you gain three pounds,
But not when you buy a new hat.
I’ve been told that the way I sleep
With one leg draped over
The person lying next to me
Is annoying,
But I think it’s annoying
When people tell me
I look pretty,
But only when I paint my face.
I’ve heard that old men
Like to touch the girls who work late at bars,
But I want to know
Why they never kiss the women they married
fourty-two years ago.
I’ve noticed that mothers teach their daughters
That it’s rude to refuse a hug
From an uncle they’ve met three times,
But forget to teach them
That they aren’t obliged to kiss
The boy who paid for dinner.

If anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name.

Often, life seems so foreign to me.
One of the first things I learned in grade school
is that I have five senses, but I feel nothing.
What a peculiar feeling that is to feel – ‘nothing.’
I lay in my bed and stare through the cracks of closed blinds
and a million new poems flow through my head making my mind dizzy like all of those times I got high. Sometimes I’ll do the things that make me feel alive
like clipping my toenails and folding the same pile of laundry that has been on my bed for a week.
I used to dream of falling in love with a person whose favorite food is breakfast and likes to wrestle in bed.
Last night I dreamed that I was being chased by a snake.
People who feel nothing don’t fall in love.
All this time
I drank you like the cure when maybe
you were the poison.
If she doesn’t scare the hell out of you a little, she’s not the one.

“I’m attracted to the extreme light and the extreme dark. I’m interested in the human condition and what makes people tick. I’m interested in the things people try to hide.” - Johnny Depp                                

I was gonna get this
All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
It doesn’t hurt because if you keep hurting the same part of you again and again and again, the nerve endings all die. And when that happens, that part of you goes numb. That’s why it doesn’t hurt. Don’t be proud of it.
you buy green vodka and yellow pills, you swallow anything that tastes like chocolate, you don’t let needles touch your skin, remember you are a painting, remember you have a mouth that can build oceans and destroy cities, you go and watch people dancing with open hands, you let your hair grow, you speak up when men on buses tell you they can imagine your naked thighs rubbing across their mouths, you speak up when your mother calls you worthless, and when the pastor at church yells at your brother for being gay you tell him to fuck off and that god is a blind woman in Missouri or in the broken streets of Canada and they don’t fucking care about your brother being gay, remember you are a mountain and the world is your piano, remember you do not have to know how to play a game to play it, eat sushi and drink whiskey, chain smoke cigarettes, expose your lungs to the taste of his lips, buy broken records, remember you are not the moon - you are the god damn galaxy, make people cry with your eyes, make people understand you with your hands, you survive by opening your mind, not by closing your eyes
They wanna see you do good, but never better than them. Remember that.
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