well its just like that

but if i gave up on being pretty i wouldn’t know how to be alive i should move to a brand new city teach myself how to die

mom am i still young? can i dream for a few months more?

you’re the one you’re all i ever wanted i think i’ll regret this

so please, hurry, leave me, i can’t breathe please don’t say you love me

all i need darling is a life in your shape i picture it soft and i ache

there’s some kind of burning inside me it’s kept me from falling apart

i found you i found the door but when i stepped through there was no floor

i don’t think i could stand to be where you don’t see me

i want to kiss like my heart is hitting the ground i’m holding my breath with a baseball bat though i don’t know what i’m waiting for

and i’ll love the littler things i’ll love some littler things

one morning this sadness will fossilize and i will forget how to cry

give me one good honest kiss and i’ll be alright

i can take a little bit more let’s shake this poet out of the beast

i drive when it rains at night when it rains i drive

for i’m starting to learn i may never be free but though i may never be free fuck you and your money

Mitski

[ID: excerpt from ‘Transcendental Etude,’ Adrienne Rich