impermanence

thirty.

𝒌𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔

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growing up is tiring
having feelings is a pain
but the only thing that's worse
is writing the same poem over
and over again

it's like i'm kicking rocks
redistributing the same talk
so i can swallow it this time

my bones are made of white light
they disintegrate at your touch
i feel like i'm sick
but that isn't saying much

sunlight doesn't shine
unless it's summertime
and you're not on my mind

i crave your attention and
i must be moving too fast
i like you, but maybe
that isn't saying enough

for two days in a row,
i didn't eat my lunch
i think my friends are getting
tired and then again so am i

the house just down the road
still has halloween decorations up
and everyone around them
is moving on far too fast

i don't know how long this sinking
feeling will last