But he talks like a gentleman, like you imagined when…

04/08/24

How much is too much?

How many times have you given up on something?

I’m a quitter with a heart of copper 

I’m ready to be consumed by bright lights (I would die) 

I wish I was someone else, some other time - the right person at the right time 

With the right words and the right sound 

The right tongue, the right voice 

I just wish what we all wish. I wish I was different 

Formaldehyde is flammable 

I’ve been looking for a nice perfume. Yet to find something that can hide my cynical attitude.

My grandma is allergic to it, that’s why she can’t wear nail polish.

I’m afraid of being embalmed but I need an open casket. I need proof. There’s something wrong with me to be thinking about that at 17.

Sometimes I feel the emptiness. It sits in my stomach and aches to remind that nothing satisfies.

It’s like, some people have voices saying “you’re not enough”. I have this black hole in my insides reminding me where I came from and what I will eventually become 

I just got angry at my mum because I was too busy letting this consume me 

I’m sick 

I wish I was an animal 

Or I wish I was more ignorant 

Chicago soft core 

I wish I was what you wanted 

That could be for a million people 

I’m glad they’ll never read this 

I’m glad the people who don’t deserve it will never read this and think it’s for them 

Fuck them

(At least I got to the point for once) 

I only put this into “writing and poetry” because I don’t know what else to put it under. Sometimes I write my lyrics in between lines so there’s that I guess. My ramblings are just so disjointed. Sorry

If you’ve read all this or any of my other blog posts then thank you so much and I hope you didn’t relate to anything 

I promise you’re better than you think 

Hope you’re all ok 

Sending love from your one and lonely