perfect people don't exist
bloody lips and cut up hearts
aching souls and midnight thoughts
belong to every human being
no one has never not felt their wet skin
or whispered a lie before
stabbed someone's back and watched
them bleed to insanity
everyone has punched a wall
cracked their knuckles in anger
spit on the sidewalk and swallowed gum
stole a kiss and a lover
we all spend our lonely days
swearing at the stars and
rubbing tired eyes groggily
YOU ARE READING
crying glitter and drinking stars
Poetrya collection of poems (random crap about the deep abyss of my fucked up mind and some poems about summer flowers and stupid love)
