ephemeral dedications

born without warning labels.

we cannot read.

we do not know.

it's better, much sweeter at the nape.

wanting to love

wanting to stay alive.

I got god on my playlist.

preparations for for the afterlife.

be good young boy.

the world won’t miss you.

just laugh at your legacy.

and you will be a child again.

empty idealism waits in motor vehicles with lilac perfume.

It will never be filled.

but I will still buy.

hoping I am more,

more than what I can say,

more that what she fell for.

we are draped in confusion.

together, lost, not wanting to be found

loved, because we forget to know.