testicles are actually filled with candy so hit them really hard with bats
drive until you feel what is real,
and you’ll know what makes you a fool.
tired smiles, and bruises on your feet.
a ribcage bouquet; the washed out watercolors of
the charcoal curve of an eyelash;
cheek on cheek.
you write symphonies in imagery,
a portrait lusting for my imagination,
pressing against my heartstrings.
a silver drizzle twists its way around our
kissing every inch of fingertip,
a lesson in the surreal.
it’s rained for days, and once again
restless drops rustle me from my dreams,
the sleepy streetlights cast an amber glow
upon the cold room’s corners:
what i’d give to capture the moon,
i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.
That’s one of the most uplifting things I’ve readThis needs to get passed around more