Poetry · Writing

She's the One

trapped in my head, she has the key

what i’d do, to be free from me

feels like a dream- a hidden scheme

but back to you, baby, a center piece

follow me, through hall after hallway doors

honestly, feel like i’ve been here before

probably, see you again in my dreams

an ever-everything-bring me tranquility

ability to let me breathe-free from these diamond nights

sight for sore eyes, sunrise

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

Poetry · Writing

i am hotpocket

i don’t stand a chance

against the sun

but someone has to

he stands tall without a rival

burning the less worthy

like a hot pocket

going around in a circle

unopposed

talkin’ reckless

can never get near ’em

that’s not the world i want to remember

if i exist

will my face be in tact

slippin’ off a plate

wet dishes

if we exist

past four hundred times

over three hundred tics