my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees
Do not tell me I need god
when I am caught skipping class
and the lines around my fingers from
vomiting up stress glow red
and I cannot sleep.
I do not need anything
that tells me my existence is wrong.
Do not tell me I am sinning
when I skip church to meditate
naked in my bedroom.
“Chances are you wouldn’t even recognize the man I am now”
Untitled -Jeff Buckley