I work at your sorority
I am so mindfucked
I serve you dinner sometimes
You don’t even know I exist
I do :) (she confiscated my notebook and wrote this last part while I was dreaming of leaving)
Feelings are fun to feel
the rhythmic discordance of my heart
makes a song that hurts
but is quite nice too
I fall in love
half pony jabrony
fuck with my rhythmic incapacity
Drunk reruns of my little pony
wine and truth or dare
so this is what intercultural exploration
I want to
Fall in love
with every person I meet
Could you let me please?
How could a brotha express that?
gives one the honest range of
their intricate emotional complex
Do I love her like I told her I did?
Shit hahaha definitely not.
Does that mean that that feeling was
not rill rill?
Legit embodiment of how I feel?
Singing about some mundane shit.
Mind is spinning
Where is the mothership
Cole Becker is a staff writer for The Weekender. Contact him at [email protected]