I know your curves, strokes, moans and bitterness. 
But I am still a conqueror. 
I will be just fine.
You were the epitome of existence. 
Yet I touch myself the same way you do. 

A child.
A new new form of forgetting: 
Teach them what not to do.
I will always have a place in my broken heart for you. 
But I can’t fix you or my heart.
I will just set our world on fire. 

-Joshua Tool 05/22/17

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s