Category: the big blue bag of little red flags

tell a girlyou dont ever expect to have sexwith herbut you want to write heralot of poems and she will call you a liar and then you will never have sex with herand you will write heralot of poems

If youre sick of dead beatsCryingControllingThrowing fitsWondering where you areBeing all on top of youChasing youBerating youAttacking youKeeping tabs on youAnd calling you at all hoursof the day and nightFor drama after dramaNever giving up no matter whatYou should date a 40 year old We just let you leave

hey I’m sorrybut I’m really heartbroken to the point thatI’m almost completely out of my mind straight up delusionaloff my goddamn rockermy brain won’t stopit’s like a creative InfernoI have no control overand I would at least like to pointit in a positive directionso would it be okay if Ipointlessly wrote you very pretty poetry…

You’re beautiful and your poetry is beautiful and I don’t know a single thing about you and somehow that’s the closest thing to love I’ve ever known

i know cuz the fairies told methey live in my hair and they show mewich way the wind is blowingthey tell me that penisis just to spread diseasesand men are the meanestpersecutors of venusi know its true because they scream this you see these luscious lipsbut you cant tell i lost my grip and you…

take me for granted like the devil does malice drink from a chalice you swing like mallet the milk has gone rancid but still you can have it drink it like magic that manifests madness its all so outlandish we manage to vanish tragic and static unmasked by the maggots i am the master the…

TO BITCH ABOUT HER ALCOHOLIC BOYFRIEND Go buy a bottle of vodka, get drunk as shit, fuck his brains out in a pool of vomit, and orgasm till god changes this hell for the next

my love you have set me free from this worldyou have broken my heart beyond feelingbeyond painbeyond pleasure like a flame of frost desire frozen ice and ash my loveI cling to nothingfloating upon the final wave I wave to youas you fly across the world in a pounceand land in a sea of sorrow…

hey whats upwhatever are you busyyeah forever wanna hang outno never oh wellthere’s a better way to get her you’ve been strangledyou’ve been mangleddangle dangle dangle dangle you need a new angleor you’ll get manglesdont want to get strangled by the girls that bang you just dangle danglejust dangle dangle

I dont have the patience to work for a paycheck. To make car payments. To live on pavement. I need to be where im free, out among the trees with the leaves in the breeze.