Oh To Be Broken.

Oh to be broken,
Is not as bad
As you’d think.

 

I think.

 

Cracks are pretty.

 

I don’t really know what it is I want from you
Any more than you know what you want from the world
And the girls

We are not all the same,
But we might be in eyes
That are like yours.

 

I do not mean to be so passive aggressive.

In fact I want nothing more,
My dear,
To say to you straight forward
That there are things to say
And ways to say them that are better
Than the way we say them.

 

Don’t disregard me, please…
But who cares now, right?

 

My friends write music.

 

My friends make art.

 

I swim in it.