it's a human function, robin
take care of yourself, robin
fuck right off with that
i want to find all my exes
and fix my curtains
with their intestines
it's not healthy, robin
take care of yourself, robin
somebody give me inches
so i can run a mile
fuck right off
stop holding me in the ocean
i've forgotten how to swim
you have to do it, robin
take care of yourself, robin
the internet and my doctor
are both probably right
but i hate myself
just enough
to not touch any inch of my flesh
hey google
how late can i stay up
before my eyes turn
to gunmetal goo?
elysium//poetry
By birdscout
poetry is a lie!!! More