How are you doing this?
I ate an entire loaf of bread before I came here tonight.
Oh, so you knew we were gonna do this?
Nope! I just do that every night, dawg!
"Johnny said once, Eating with someone is really intimate
and it’s stuck with me. So I decline dates at restaurants
because he’s right and it’s too soon and, anyway,
maybe I’ll hate how these long-necked boys
who don’t know how to hold a fork eat. I’ve written
a lot of things for him, Johnny, more than he knows about.
I am 22 now so naturally I miss everyone.
I am 22 so I roll my eyes when someone says love.
Dad has the air conditioner all the way up but I’m still
waking up sweating. My brother has taken to degrading
women in that casual way that boys do—flick of the shoulder,
dark-eyed, he is my father in miniature, but I love him,
as sisters do, even if I don’t agree with his mouth.
I wanted this poem to go somewhere important
but I keep looking over my shoulder. I hate mornings.
I keep spilling my guts out to strangers on the internet,
and this is not the first time I waxed my legs for a boy.
We’re all fighting over who we’re going to take home
and I’m still pretending I can play the clarinet.
Everyone keeps complimenting my nail beds.
Remember mood rings? Mine stays black."
"I will never understand why you constantly ring me at 2 AM begging for some sort of comfort for the way you are feeling.
Because the nights when you are busy, I am awake chewing my nails until blood is scattered onto my white sheets. I despise how you control every motion I take. I refuse to be your sick puppet, but I am unaware of how to cut the strings."
my favorite thing about england is that the word pulp doesnt exist
THIS IS WHAT IM TALKIN ABOUT
do you ever come across pictures that make you stop and reflect on your entire life?