life. on We Heart It.
just a weird, genderfluid, band and gay band member obsessed kid.
i met Frank Iero 9.14.14 and he said he loved me
naming your child pizza so you know you’ll always love it
I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.
I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.
I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.