i’d like to think that i’m a very rational person.


this one pours loneliness from his eyes and into my lap.
this one does not see me, he sees a girl.
he sees opportunity to rearrange, “fix me”

"all you wear is black, seriously?"
"you should throw on some color."

and it was at this fucking moment i knew, he was completely full of his own shit.

he sees a warm vacancy in my chest, and he wants to dive in and fill it with his opinions. nah.