you’re my aesthetic
with roses wrapped around
your fists and dressed
in all black from head to toe,
you’ve got wanderlust shining
in your eyes
and sad poetry dripping
from your lips,
just another punk rock loser
with steel in his veins and
fear in his heart—
your soul is pouting
but you hold every ounce
of that fuck all attitude
you can muster in
your slender shoulders
because we live in
an “eat or be eaten” kinda
world but you’d rather
just be laying on your bedroom
floor listening to the
rain make love to your window
and your favorite songs
whisper in your ear while you
silently contemplate life