The Music Or The Misery
“I went to sleep a poet / and I woke up a fraud / to calm your nerves / I’m feeling for my clothes in the dark”
- Pete Wentz
I do not mean the cartoon heart the one that swells from the wolf’s chest when
distracted by a girl wolf his tongue rolling onto the hot pavement
right before the anvil drops from an impossible height and he is crushed
again foiled by a man’s hunger I say heart and mean the
actual heart I saw my heart in the eyes of my mother
and it was too small to save her I wrote my heart in a poem
and it took up the whole bedroom it doesn’t pay rent it stays up
watching cities burn to the ground I am so sorry that you have
nowhere to sit I just loved someone yesterday so you see
the dilemma I just promised someone that I would watch
them grow old in a country that wants them dead so I just can’t
spare any more room here take this mixtape I made it is just 30
minutes of the wind how it sounds when being cut by
something heavy falling from the sky making an endlessly dark
shadow at my feet while I blow a kiss
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