how long
can i hate myself
and come out the other side
to love

it has to be a flat circle
like time
no?

~~~

weird ass songs
fill my
weird ass heart
with
weird ass vibes
of
weird ass love

(hahaha, ass-love)

~~~

i feel as though my poetry
is getting less and less
hinged

i.e.

more and more
and more and more and more
unhinged
as the words/years/time flies by

but maybe i was always this unhinged
it just took a little while
to write