when i think
of sexuality
i think of boys
breaking
each other's fingers
in movie theatres
i think of satan
reaching his claws
to earth
and crushing
skulls against other skulls
i think of stars
falling to earth
and becoming
little stickers that
boys teasingly stick to
each other's faces
i think of running my hands
across a page
but the real
cliffhanger is
heart-wrenching
cumbersome
sorrow
i think of you
knowing how
to wrap me around your finger
without even knowing it
i think you
don't even remember me
anymore
i'll never forget you
and if i do
i'll have died trying
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
flecks of charisma
Poesia(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
