while i was going to sleep but my cat wont shut the fuck up so im writing this.
i dont know if i will keep it yet. i dont know who its supposed to be about. i dont know i dont know i dont knoooow.
the boy was young and bright
but filled with toxic notions
that love filled your veins with heavy black
and it spat you out of the earth
until you were dried up and worthless.
he met women that tried to purify him,
said wings hid in these polluted thoughts.
he met women who drained his energy
drilled to be deeper inside,
buried by their own dirt.
women who said he poisoned their oceans,
cried out for floating skeletons,
but at his feet he hadn't noticed
the path of matches
the flames climbing up his spine
by the friction of melting lips
the feelings burning
in his throat
and he wanted so badly to tell her
the word he thought left you worthless.
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