My Dear

I spoke:
I am complex
like a centric organism
in a cosmos yet to be unfulfilled
My dear what is the matter, what is wrong?
do tell me why you are angry with me
do try so hard not to be petulant
and speak your mind
if not then why displeased
and he told me:
my dear, fuck you.

4 months ago 4 notes

The certainty sometimes burns in my chest like a hot coal, smoldering smoke crawling up into my nostrils.

I can feel the fire eating me up inside.

4 months ago 4 notes