misanthropic, you’re so attractive in a way i can’t stand myself to be so bent out of shape like a rubber pencil, flung in my face during high school physics aged 14 the dude felt bad, but a different one whipped a penny like a slap between hallways
and you’re searching for vanity between thin lines, asking others to fill in ice, escapade a fantastical maserati down a oneway, tailored red,
bluing the mauled fire hydrant, catching your fall, i’m perpendicular, dancing faces off, one at an on beat time, catch the rhythm by flowing quietly, or that’s what
i’d do to hurt myself in confusion, unassuming
















