Poems from handywithsuperglue
I don't know what I'm doing in this world. The one thing I'm sure of is that writing it all down as I figure it out makes it a hell of a lot more interesting to look back on.
I say, "we're a lot alike."
You say, "we're the same fucking person."
And I smile as I love you,
wondering if this is what it might feel...
The tiny pink pads of your feet putter against my skin like
distracted fingertips drumming out a playful tune
--- consistent, assuring...
"I don't hurt people"
is such an
ignorant
statement.
Maybe you don't set fire to houses,
or burn down forests,
But that doesn't mean...
As a writer, it's incredibly frustrating to be colorblind.
"Sapphire.
Ultramarine.
Phthalo.
Robin's egg.
Teal, turquoise,
indigo, cobalt...