poetry

Sorry world. I wrote a poem about Instagram girls And left out all the male models.

this is for she, who flows between a graceful feather falling through the ether,

What a trip it is to live in two worlds at the same time. One by day, The other by night.

The path always splits, the direction sways, decisions get unmade.

Babe, you think you hide it so well But your pain is evident in your pout Your desperation shines through what you call fashion

They sold us a lifestyle of loneliness And we bought it Isolation at its finest Stress at it’s heaviest

A cinematic story of heartthrobs & heartbreak. A parade of passionate shapeshifters. Today, it’s love laced with hope.