Poetry · Writing

jail cell

can’t be the breaker of chains

when your own dreams keep you bolted down

masking your insecurity with fools gold power

got you here, begging in front of an earless ghost

to let you free;

but you’ll be here in the morning

with a new plead you can try to be free

from your own self pity

let the world come to you

the power will only keep you here

Poetry · Writing

i am sorry, justin

i am sorry,

i could give you every excuse in the book:

four classes and work

pokemon is calling my name

toxicity leaks from veins,

yet nothing grieves me more

knowing i kept you on hold

i can say i will make it up to you,

but this stylish line only dazzles

in a mirror,

you deserve better

it’s just not in my veins