Bad art & weirdo ideas

The sound of your heart is wired to break
Too fucked up to love, but too soft to hate

The hum of your lungs is my favorite thing
And the air you shove out
Into my mouth

I’ve always felt stuck, alone or ashamed
The gutter’s too tough, the stars are too safe

I’m always that kid always out of place
I try to get found
But I’ve never known how

I’m tracing the lines on your handsome face
The scars on your arms, the shape of your veins

We are not alone
We are not mistakes
Don’t whisper now
We’re allowed to be loud