My Thoughts Are Rubbish At 3AM

it's subjective,

so just tell me you hate it

i'm not feeling heavy hearted, i'm just feeling elderly

white picket fence syndrome,
autobahn society,
dictionary dialogue,

i will only be successful at cussing you out on a sunday afternoon

i will only make children that know how to love and not how to swim

a shut down nut case, ever heard?

i'm going to put my insecurities on a side dish to make some room for the chocolate pudding.

a waitress has the saddest story painted on her forehead

my thoughts are rubbish, not gold.

while i was at lunch with a friend, i secretly wanted to be with another friend

i am a cheating friend cheating on you

the messiah complex,

the oedipus complex,

the never good enough complex

this is between you and me

and them

The Third

tattoo talking,
he talks like he knows me
everyone is someone,
i'd rather be a something

thunderstorm,
early pour,
sewage drainage
doesn't make things easy
therapy
poetry

it is my life