Something I wrote recently, inspired by a movie. Then, belatedly, I realized that this was also about something (and someone) that happened a few years back.
Just something I wrote when I was sixteen.
I like it when you sleep
for there are cracks in my ceiling
that I know like the back of my heart
and to learn of your body (and heart)
in half of that manner was something desired from the start.
If someone would ask me what I do best, I could honestly say that it is pretending.
If there’s one thing I learned through (almost) twenty years of living in this world, it’s this: life can be shitty sometimes, but we shouldn’t let that shittiness keep us from being happy.
Mom always said that I was two years old when I started to sing.
Words have been my companion for how many years now
Comforting me, making me laugh through a song or a book
Helping me live
Helping me make a living
Helping me exorcise my demons
and realize my desires and dreams.