written by Rafael Castillo Zapata, from Providence (Angria Ediciones, 1995)
10/10 would bang.
10/10 would care for you
10/10 would tuck you in
10/10 would cuddle
10/10 would make sure you get to sleep okay
10/10 would make you breakfast in the morning
AY YO I LOST MY HAPPINESS FOR A LITTLE THERE BUT IMA CREATE IT FOR MYSELF AGAIN I AM SO PRETTY AND GREAT AND I WILL LEARN TO BE HEAD OVER HEALS ABOUT MY LIFE FUCK BEING SAD
My fingertips crave you. They want to say something extravagant about how beautiful you are. But words won’t do. They won’t do because you cannot capture your beauty with a simple sentence or some stupid literature term I can’t think of because you’re consuming my thoughts. My minds constantly thinking about metaphors that can help people, but mostly me, understand your beauty but nothing’s good enough. It seems as if the best way of explaining your beauty at the moment is by taking a list of all the beautiful things in the world and putting it all together to make one simple sentence. Yet even if you multiplied that sentence by one hundred it still could not grasp your beauty. I’m going insane because I’ve never met someone I couldn’t describe. I’ve never talked to someone that has made me stumble over my words. But I met you. And any day of the week I would choose going insane over losing you.
written by my fucked up head I’m sorry (via r3-cov3ry)