𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔
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it feels almost as if
i'm living a different life
on wednesday mornings
when the sun is in the sky
i didn't have any breakfast
and i still stayed up late
so really nothing's changed
it's wednesday morning
and i haven't said a thing
god, i'm so fucking hungry
and you're so fucking angry
my head is aching
but i'm blasting the music loud
and when i talk to you
i just sound really sad
this poem isn't important
but i just needed to say
i love you
and i don't feel okay
YOU ARE READING
impermanence
Poetry[ impermanence ] • noun - the state or fact of lasting for only a limited period of time ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ➸ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭/𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬
