Idk what I'm about or who I'm supposed to be, but that's the cool part of life, the figuring out process.
Nothing feels more shitty than pouring your heart out and hearing silence in return.
Don’t call me more than once, you hear me?
When you do, I’ll hear it ring and I’ll let it go.
Don’t forget to leave a message. Breathe
so the static catches onto your lungs and
makes that silvery rasp I love.
Tell the silence you need me. Tell it you’ll be fine
if I don’t need you back. Tell it you remember
the way I smoked like everyone was watching,
like every kiss was the one before quitting.
Tell it you miss me. Tell it you’re not lying.
Stop when the beep sounds.
I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.
"Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb”