Poems from mxllika
u use a bright pen that is last to be
picked in the packet. may u speak ur true
feelings on paper and pray. she can’t see
where ur love...
lesbians are not real, peeping tom.
the ones that u want anyway.
dreamland lesbians:
straight girls in sheep’s clothing
that succumb to men...
if i was her boyfriend
i’d invite her to stay
the night at my house
if she likes, she would say
“yes!”, we’d grab snacks
i would nervously...
o the terrors of being
locked in a jar
(to have a 360-degree view
of a world u can’t touch
what is life with an airtight lid
hold ur...
the brain is a university bedroom
adorn it how u want
scatter memories like golden fairy lights
circling the sloped ceiling
look how they...