I'm Andrew.
I'm 18.
I write, and smoke more cigarettes than I'd care to admit.
I live in a fantasy world in my head.
And I don't give an actual fuck.
I love mathematics and all that it has in store.
You pit my body without much force,
I’d like it better if you’d just fall
beneath these floorboards,
I’d take away your core
just like you’ve always done
to me, but I’m not the same as you,
darlin, I’d rather pick apart my mind
and hang you in my words.
