its worse than this one i know
but still


Baby ThoughtsInnocent as I was, I used to tell people That I wanted to be a butterfly If I ever grew up. I think this aspiration still stands. But those embryonic thoughts Have left me pregnant, With ideas that I can grow Much more than wings and colour. I can spread furtherBaby Thoughts
Than all the wishes I've revealed.
Since the day I started to live I've been standing. Just not on my own yet. I know both my legs, Just not how to run.
Truth shot through my heart and head: Straight through it. Fluid
Made it hard. Weak about the knee


Sickly Quickly Take Me HomeMy room is tinted red, yet I know it's not my own. Though it houses my father, and his older, kinder self, the walls wont wrap me cozy. Instead, they only cough out homesick melodies, that I have super glued to my lungs, a la phlegm.Sickly Quickly Take Me Home
It seems reflections are my road map, and the way their colours melt, and twist destabilizes my hope; of finding a bed, and pillow that smell just like my mother.
And so I'll revert back to being a spider, lying still beneath a tented mess of cobwebs. Until a fly might brush
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