Strings and Ceiling Wax

This is me, ranting on the internet about my life. And admiring pretty funny and relatable images that shape who I am. I'm a film student, a barista, a lover, a friend, and a dreamer. Don't laugh at my attempts at poetry, but admire my attempt at truth.

Can I please just ask you to stop it? Stop holding onto things that just aren’t right? I know what she’s feeling- and it’s a sad sight to see. So stop believing and just be free. Break away from the pains that make you ugly. Reach out your hands to the one that plays your life in slow motion. If you move too fast you’ll miss what is real. Deep breath in, slow breath out, take out the scissors and cut without a doubt. It’s ripping, ripping anyway- so catch yourself before you fall. Let it be, and scream, and go on with your day. You’re stretching this out way past a fray. Stay beautiful, boy- although you’ll never see me. But for your audience, please, set yourself free.