My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
keep thinking I should do something but nah
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
I'm not a monster I am a monster
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
Greedy pig life
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
arse piece *giggle*
Existential dieting
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
keep thinking I should do something but nah
I'm not a monster I am a monster