melodicbeluga

poetry

It feels like rebellion. But it also feels like home.

There’s this one girl who always calls me sexy in class (and it’s to the point where I don’t know if we’re dating or not), so a little poem to her.

Absolute crack poetry. This song is haunting me (Song that’s stuck in my head: Pajama Party – 1096 Gang, specifically timestamp 4:49)

It’s been a while, sir.

the outlet is buzzing behind me.

Are you strong or weak?

A conversation when I was buying ice.

…

The windows shine a deep red.

“You are a cruel father, but a worthy man.” “Mm.”