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 wonβt 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.
