chasing shiny things like a demented
crow and
open your head open your head your head let out the
jealous stuttering
child, kicking at mirrors and
throwing fits (you
wretchedly)
stop,
this isn't anything you want
and you know you always end up
hating
(oh that word's a reputation killer)
nine tenths of what you can't have
(careless, care less, and anyways, most things
are)
birds have more self control
perhaps and
rhythm
I've been there, caged/uncaged
but now I settle for stripes
and leave the feathers to the
drag queens
here it is
nothing worth having
comes easy
nothing worth having
comes at all
----
so I was feeling sad-ish because I couldn't have what I wanted to have but hey! there's a few billion other fish in this crazy pond and
I just had the best day ever. love Fargo. love swing-sets, the river, and snowball fights when everything's melting. Also I realized that I overthink my writing wayyy too much. I need to just let it spill out in an obscure mess because that's when I end up liking it the most. I edit and edit and edit which kind of kills it. This one I like though.
and here is some slug for you:
"and if she has the nerve to let me drop a couple last words, I'ma turn to the earth and scream
Love Your Life"
-Slug
listening to emo music from my childhood. take a gander (listen?)
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