you lost your virginity to me on
(once your own but
now) our
bed
that night you didn’t remove
your limbs and you
kept the conversation flowing
and you chose to kiss me
of all the things you could
choose to ever do
it wasn’t even as if
you didn’t want to.
right after you admitted;
‘i’ve been wanting to
do that all day,’
and boy do we know;
we had had a long day.
soon enough you were feeling
my arms and the last time
this had happened i felt
harm and blue but no desire-
but this time,
our first time’s,
you made me feel new.
i’ve loved you then
i’ve loved you now
you’re all i’ve thought of for
the past
364 days/
i’ll think of you for
the future
29219/
baby you’re my best friend,
don’t ever wave goodbye
baby you’re my best friend,
let’s go get high
on durnford street.
baby, staddon heights is burning
heat
i’ve stitched your name
into all my headbands
i love it when you play guitar
but still love me with all your fans.
meet me in 29219 days
i’ll show you baby
i’ve thought of you for all this time.
Anonymous asked: Why is it homosexual?? (I hope it knows gay rights, heh idk man)
because it likes men (and ja it does dw)
‘the meadows’
sounds so nice.
you held her hand
‘round the earl and instead you
did not find
me at home trying on
my mother’s pearls
for the last time
i’ve now spent 281 days
paying the price.
she mangled up your hair,
took your last dime to pay
for her taxi fare home
did you go for the ride with her?
just to give the company?
and sure, you thought
i’d be fine with it
and still fuck you as if
you were mine and whatever’s
mine was yours.
but why lie
every time
i asked you to put down the phone
and come back to bed
where you are the king
and i am the throne.
‘the meadows’
sounds so nice
will you take me there?
Anonymous asked: The link: "my gay poetry"
because my poetry is homosexual
Anonymous asked: Why do you think poetry is gay?
where did i say that
Soft as she whispers
It’s falling through the trees
She’s counting all her pennies
I’m counting down in threes
Her supersonic stigmas
Reminds me of Thursday eve
‘You’re my sputnik
sweetheart, revolutionarily
rationalizing my
stupidly sour and spare
of the second
rapturous respect and
authority.’
So… Shy away instead of
flourishing, and then
finishing and fucking me
and you
and
no one else
can love you, darling
Because you’ve
MESSED UP
I’ve really messed up
my shit this time
Fuck it
Give me another drink
Another lavender lullaby sent with
the love of my baggy brother
and black skinned racist
I don’t know where my heads at
She’s definitely gone for good
Thanks to her grandparents for
raising such a bastard whore
Maybe
she should’ve stopped after
the fourth man she met in her
third week of
knowing me.
i feel really sad and i dont want to eat and i cant sleep and i dont want to have sex and i dont want to watch tv and i just want to be in my home by myself and i wish my dad didnt have a stupid girlfriend and i wish i could just work on my shed and i feel shit
ive overly re-evaluated my life in the last couple of days man
laurence and russell are havin a ‘talk’ and im just alone at home and its like omg
