M.I.S.E.R.A.B.L.E.

no one likes the boy can’t keep his head on straight
while those heels are clattering sending sharp warnings reverberating
down, off the walls.

pushing through dense fog, there’s a lesson there somewhere

(you’re not crazy unless you’re crazy
dear)

why do i always find myself trapped in between your eyes?
sputtering. broken.

all i want to feel are your hands gathering the pieces.
one miserable fuck, the boy who’s gotta say no to you

Bandung, 12 Januari 2013. 5.46 PM