brain vomit.you've turned me into a numb spring,cracks in the clouds singing,"hallelujah, i fucking think i'm in love."i'm not done explaining everything to you, yet.[i]and as soon as possible, i will try and forgetthese echoed bruises that trail across my arms.bear with me, i'm so fragile.[ii]what are you even doing? are you crazy? your mothermust have told you about those crazy people - idon't deserve this. you're so beautiful,with your angel whistles.[iii]keep in mind,i'm so damaged, i don't know what to do with myself.maybe you know what to do with me.
this is a sequel.(sequel)beautiful in the eyes of someone desperate,i now know that i can show yousmiles that outshine the shit poetry i wroteon the back of napkins and sitfar in the corners of my heart.i'm a crooked, empty pocket of constantsighing and unstable shrieking.forgive me.