1. n00dlechild:

jorbquan modestmark

im a breakfast king

    n00dlechild:

    jorbquan modestmark

    im a breakfast king

    1 day ago  /  8 notes  /  Source: n00dlechild

  2. "a poem for a houseguest"

    do you remember saying
    you thought God would 
    reveal himself to you someday?
    do you remember predicting 
    how you’d die?
    it was cool how happy it made you
    it was weird how happy it made me
    I should have worried more,
    should’ve shook you or left for good
    I should’ve killed you on the spot
    to prove you or us wrong
    "Once more, for old time’s sake!"
    you said, spitting the cum out
    I thought you’d disappeared, you know?

    1 week ago  /  4 notes

  3. "nothing like a thoughtful gift from an ex-lover"

    oh, lie to me
    oh, sing me a song
    all the girls really smile 
    at you, don’t they?
    you see them track their heads,
    cross their legs and clutch,
    don’t you?
    you’re nothing that I know
    you’re a balloon or a grilled cheese sandwich
    slimy and sad
    the dirt really becomes you,
    and you become it, too
    lay down and spread yourself
    out
    spread yourself really thin and 
    let’s see whats in the goop between your bones
    jigsaw or one of the weird 3D kind
    or more accurately- the kind where 
    a bunch of very small pictures 
    make up one big picture
    we didn’t see until it was too late.
    oh, tell me I’m not like all the other girls

    1 week ago  /  4 notes

  4. "becoming enough"

    i get so bored 
    so sad
    i write you letters
    and put them in a drawer
    most of them are very sweet
    i hope some day
    you’ll want to see them
    i’d show you if you wanted
    i hope it’s some day soon
    i don’t know why
    i do the things i do
    but if i become enough
    you’ll love me 
    you’ll have to
    maybe when you get 
    where you’re going
    maybe i’ll be there too
    i think that would be enough
    it has to be enough

    1 month ago  /  18 notes

  5. "get over it/ waiting for a call"

    I could die and would you feel
    what’s left in you
    I could be an astronaut
    I could love the moon
    I could give away all my stuff
    and move to Milwaukee
    and become a laser light show
    operator
    but I want to love you
    I want to hear your voice
    late at night I want to hear it
    early in the morning
    I want to taste you and
    see your skin really close up
    raised up little bumps all over
    gentle wet kisses on the soft
    parts of your legs
    I only ever knew you
    counting back from three
    like you could explode
    I’m never looking backwards
    I know you remember everything
    it’s weird to think-
    and I know you don’t miss me!
    and I know you once loved me!
    and it’s so fucking lame
    to be someone else’s bad memories
    to be something you move past-
    get over, but I’m still me 
    I’m still here. still waiting
    for a call

    1 month ago  /  23 notes