shadow-writer

shadow-writer:

I don’t want your pretty.
I want your breakouts,
your breakdowns,
your ugly cries and
your puffy eyes.

I don’t want your infallible.
I want your tentative,
your second guesses,
your unsure and
your insecure.

I don’t want the best of you.
I want your your missteps,
your fuck ups,
your bad days and
your sleepless nights.

I don’t want your perfect.
I want your human.

And you can have mine.

LIKE 2014 (class generated homage to Mike McGee)

I like you like Tina Belcher, Sir-mix-a-lot and contradictory thoughts like butts

Like mac likes cheese

Like autocorrect likes changing your ducking texts

Like Fed-Ex likes bubble wrap

Like plumbers, addicts and Popeye like pipe

I like you like alcohol likes telling secrets

I like you like churches and rednecks like sisters

Like algebra, and the Kardashians like being completely useless

Like Miley likes to twerk

Like Windows 8 likes updating

Like absences like being unexplained

Like gypsies, newlyweds and scrubs all like TLC

Like movies like getting the book wrong

Like vegans and cross-fitters like to go on and on and on and on

Like bearded men like other bearded men

I like you like cats like naps

Like lumberjacks, lesbians, sheets and hipsters like flannel

Like beat poets like snaps

Like email accounts and Hawaiians like spam

Like erasers, white out and abortions like fixing mistakes

Like Halloween and Daddy issues like excuses to dress up slutty

Like Jesus and zombies like to rise from the dead

I like you like the smoke on smokers never goes away, a lingering like

I like you like hookers and bowlers like alleys

Like bobbi pins and homework like to go missing

I like you like creepers and filters like Instagram

Like music teachers and padlocks like the right key

Like the French like whine (sorry, I meant wine… no I didn’t)

Like sneezes, triplets and bad things come in multiples

Like teens like free wifi

Like your car and hair like bird crap

Like high school likes drama

Like Canadians like the Stanley cup, Tim Horton’s and self-righteousness

Like heroin, sewing circles and djs like needles

I like you like window sills and outfielders like flies

Like tears like pillows

Like the earth and kids on playgrounds like spinning

Like homework, and life goals like sitting undone

Like selfies and isosceles triangles like the right angle

I like you like I endlessly like to write about how much I like you

LIKE 2014 (class generated homage to Mike McGee)

I like you like Tina Belcher, Sir-mix-a-lot and contradictory thoughts like butts

Like mac likes cheese

Like autocorrect likes changing your ducking texts

Like Fed-Ex likes bubble wrap

Like plumbers, addicts and Popeye like pipe

I like you like alcohol likes telling secrets

I like you like churches and rednecks like sisters

Like algebra, and the Kardashians like being completely useless

Like Miley likes to twerk

Like Windows 8 likes updating

Like absences like being unexplained

Like gypsies, newlyweds and scrubs all like TLC

Like movies like getting the book wrong

Like vegans and cross-fitters like to go on and on and on and on

Like bearded men like other bearded men

I like you like cats like naps

Like lumberjacks, lesbians, sheets and hipsters like flannel

Like beat poets like snaps

Like email accounts and Hawaiians like spam

Like erasers, white out and abortions like fixing mistakes

Like Halloween and Daddy issues like excuses to dress up slutty

Like Jesus and zombies like to rise from the dead

I like you like the smoke on smokers never goes away, a lingering like

I like you like hookers and bowlers like alleys

Like bobbi pins and homework like to go missing

I like you like creepers and filters like Instagram

Like music teachers and padlocks like the right key

Like the French like whine (sorry, I meant wine… no I didn’t)

Like sneezes, triplets and bad things come in multiples

Like teens like free wifi

Like your car and hair like bird crap

Like high school likes drama

Like Canadians like the Stanley cup, Tim Horton’s and self-righteousness

Like heroin, sewing circles and djs like needles

I like you like window sills and outfielders like flies

Like tears like pillows

Like the earth and kids on playgrounds like spinning

Like homework, and life goals like sitting undone

Like selfies and isosceles triangles like the right angle

I like you like I endlessly like to write about how much I like you