last night my dad got drunk, thought a yoghurt was a pudding and melted it in the microwave. today he looks at the charred plastic stuck to the microwave and laments “I should have read the instructions”
how to write poetry like a white person
- the taste of you
- save me
- no wait save yourself
make sure to left align and god forbid touch a capital letter“but..skinny shaggy boy, cigarettes kill you!” “well skinny sad girl…thats the point”
do not fall in love with people like me.
i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
Calm down John Green