so if i wanted extracurricular
fun and games with faces and names
(we call that a friend),
it would have gone something
not like that.
it's like i'm caught in sleepless revelry,
apart from those few times
when i beat the steering wheel
because i am too nice to beat myself
and wonder if i will ever learn how to talk
(but it's only to you, really).
1 comment:
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this is sad. but i like it. you wrote 100 poems and i WILL comment on ALL of them!
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