Comic Sans. September 2018.

I’ll never forget the night

You wrote love letters on my skin

The kind I can’t wash off in the shower

No matter what body wash I use

I still get scared to read them

Because I never know what you said

The words you say

Never equate the words you write

I feel them pulse when you come to mind

Yet I can’t see them when I look in the mirror

I can only imagine what your letter says

If you love me, lust me

Or are planning to leave

Your words never felt so sweet

But I never knew your tongue

To be as deceptive as it has been

On my own flesh

- TG3 

our mistakes.

mistakes are really a beautiful thing. and i'm not gonna regret any of the mistakes that i make. or have made. everything is a learning experience in one way or another, and idc who or what attributes to me making my mistakes. it helps give you perspective and point of view on the things that you've been through and it also aids in how you take the knowledge from said experience and apply it to any and everything in the future. I'm not a mistake. You're not a mistake. Nothing in this life is honestly a mistake. I don't believe everything happens for a reason, because sometimes shit happens and it just happens to happen. Whether it's awesome or it's atrocious, it just happens. sometimes that's how the ball rolls. but at the end of the day, mistakes are there for us to make and to use for whatever happens next in life. We'll find a way.



- TG3

The Art of Infatuation. January 2019.

Ask yourself when the last time it was

That you longed for someone

When even one feature of their face

Runs across your mind

And your heart forgets it needs to pump blood

Your nerves tense and tingle

If their voice even utters a breath

Your goosebumps get goosebumps

At the thought of their skin kissing yours

Is this longing?

Is this desire?

Does it even matter, honestly?

Either way you put it

This person does things to your soul

To your psyche

That words can't describe

That psychics can't predict

That God couldn't foresee for your life

Occupying yourself doesn't diminish

The chokehold they have on you

Their hands are nowhere near you

And yet

It unleashes your most carnal senses

To the point of no return

You can't do anything

You can't start anything

You can't finish anything

Until you feel every inch of them

Dancing with you in such a lustful manner

It hurts to think about

But it's so good to think about

In layman's terms

I'm fucked

- TG3

The Open Casket (January 1st, 2019) - January 2019

What you see surrounding me

Plush material

A corpse laden in suede

Eyes closed, chest open

The crowd in attendance in mourning

Dead is the person they once knew

To be sent underground

Never seen again, in the flesh

A tombstone soon donned with flowers

Sentiments to my past life

Tears for the memories

What they won't get back

The old me

There's this new me on the horizon

Same look

Different spirit

Manifesting out of sight

Coming into its own mold

While the ones who don't see

Only can look at the shell

The soul of something new

Someone new

Awaits the world

- TG3