it's fascinating,
my dear,
how the words run so easily down my fingers
and onto the lifeless glass
that is our lifeblood.
my shame seemingly dissipates
and i forget that you
and i
are two real people
and this life holds consequences
and someone is reading my very real words.
send me more subpar music,
darling,
i will lie through my teeth
and love it halfway.
for you live 8,000 miles away;
how could you possibly know the difference?
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i've decided this account and this book are for me. i literally give zero shits what anyone thinks anymore and i want to just write for the sake of writing, even if it gives the same vibe as notes app poetry i write on the plane.
YOU ARE READING
fire in the sky
Poetryall i wanted to do is listen to phoebe bridgers and think. instead, ive decided that life is too much to not document in words. 2020 ©rryleecc
