you want to be
bold ink, ripped jeans,
you want to be someone different,
forgets about you.
you’re a mixture of everyone you want to be
but you fall short:
you are bleeding lips, bruised knees.
you tried to write your own definition once
and just gave
just who are you,
and will you ever
look what we have here
i have legitimately never laughed harder and for as long in my entire life
I sat here until my eyes glazed over and then was thinking ‘this is so dumb its just three wells’ and then