nepula moss

she skateboards

and eats anything.

she's my human,

I'm her human.

corduroy pants,

upcycled ukulele,

the gentle touch

of sound and a

hush...

and you softly sink into the bathtub.

mushroom adventures,

squeaky voice, small hands

the fairy joined a punk band.

ropes, nets, a strange choice of clothing.

numb, numb,

repeat to yourself that they’re not really gone 

time has proven that fooling yourself into believing 

a lie is the most effective way to deal with 

things you have no control over 

keep listening to the mixtapes they made you 

overanalyse every single word you hear 

“was this a sign that things were going wrong” 

no no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them 

stay up every single night staring at your phone 

either attempting to gather up the courage to 

turn these demons, these constant reminders of 

your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream 

or praying just for one second you could feel 

the warmth of equally returned love 

go out for coffee four times a week by yourself 

always bring your notebook, never stop writing 

leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip 

watch them smile as you get in your car 

always talk down on yourself whenever possible 

my life is shit because i deserve it, right? 

you must have done something real bad 

its nearly impossible for you to cry now 

avoid your friends for weeks even though 

they’re the only sense of consistency you have 

left in your life, if they really wanted 

to see you they’d come, but they won’t (who cares?) 

allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love 

watch as you begin to take a backseat to the 

world around you, don’t fight it 

become a secondary character in your own motion picture 

but most importantly drown every single one of 

your feelings in old stolen rum, learn to 

love the taste of it dripping down your throat 

find comfort in the warmth coming from your 

stomach, you’re drinking bottled love now 

you don’t need other people to drive away your loneliness 

Saw through the evil and hate

Started believin' that I had what it takes

I went back to the start

Workin' full shifts through the worst shit

Kickin' carpet and bouncin' punks at the bar

I got a new life now

Now that I'm legit

You can call the cops man

It don't mean shit

in this house my heart had built

let's live in mushroom rings

and sing melodies that resemble

nuclear explosions

and raindrops transporting us to