Give Me The Lewd

“you’re so pretty,” okay write poetry about me then.

what a beautiful thing, to be queer. how lovely it is to be strange, to have edges that spill out over the lines, to be undefinable. the oddity of our hearts is something to be treasured. never change for anyone.

It’s kind of funny how the memories find me, in this new place that knows nothing of the girl from those moments. They come as faint smells and gentle whispers of moments that cause the avalanche of thoughts to tumble. Even if I have no visibility of the natural disaster, I can still feel the ground shake. I try to scramble through the unconscious stones to find the cause of the shift and my efforts are rewarded with exhaustion. My hands are weary, and my eyes are heavy, and this life feels like too much, because sometimes it is, but isn’t it bliss that you have the ability to feel too much? How beautiful it is to be able to tumble, to be able to crash into the ground. What a wonderful exhaustion it is to survive.