you want to be
bold ink, ripped jeans,
you want to be someone different,
forgets about you.
you’re a mixture of everyone you want to be
but you fall short:
you are bleeding lips, bruised knees.
you tried to write your own definition once
and just gave
just who are you,
and will you ever
i have hit rock bottom and its only tuesday
my heart says chipotle but my wallet says no
I don’t care who you are. If your girlfriend falls asleep in your lap, and even after 30 minutes when both of your legs go numb, don’t move. You fucking stay there and appreciate the cute little thing in your lap. If you move you’re weak and natural selection is coming for you.