He tried to confuse a moon-child with the moonlight. Yeah, I thought it was funny too.

boys don't likesmart girlsthey likepush-around-in-a-cartkinda girlstarget-for-their-dartkinda girlsmeat-for-their-sharkkinda girls

Oh, precious losing streak,you're too cute for your own good. I try to laugh about itbut my face is made of wood.

I forgot who I was before the (space) suit,before gravity was ripped from my vocabularyand I mastered the art of drifting

I'm hard to love,I know this wellbecause it took me foreverto love myself.

Fine TuningMy fingers My hands My wrists hurt so badfrom working all these years- Working on being something, always feeling like nothing Some days, it hurtsto even turn the dial on the radioBut I don’t have to turn anymore causeyou’re the right frequency (self)And when you come to ground me,I know that’s where I’m meant to bestationed. Set the pre-set to Love.

love meget lost in mebut bewareside effects includea lot of shivering, babya lot of drinking, maybea lot of sinking, baby

I want to sleep in the ovenbecause I just burn in the bed.

Raised on razorblades,as they had more empathy than anyonearound me