My mom is the only one who dislikes my haircut. My mom is the only one who thinks I look bad in what I wear. My mom thinks the gays are too easily aroused to fight for our country. My mom says I look like a dyke, I don’t even know what a dyke is … Continue reading My Mom
I like weird obscure mentions of melancholy
Music shares things our souls cannot bear to say.
Dear the Silhouette of a Man I Saw in a Window,
[I] Talked to my therapist about stuff- I think I figured it out- And I wanna cry, I wanna scream and run to save the kid inside me as fast as I can, but I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I just stand there in the mirror and watch as my greasy hair sticks to … Continue reading Dear the Silhouette of a Man I Saw in a Window,
People of the Philippines, I am leaving
The thing about suicide is the more you think about it the less daunting it seems. The more you finger the knife the more you find you like it’s caress When you touch your lips to the cool finish of the gun you feel safe Tying knots isn’t chore anymore; it’s art. And death is … Continue reading People of the Philippines, I am leaving
The World From Upside-down 