30 times 5
it's been 5 months
148 days, more accurately
and in another
it'd be half a year
and my birthday
glad you're gone
and as far as im concerned
your daily looks get more disheveled
more hastily thrown together
barely more than an attempt to be appropriate for school
i hardly recognized you out on prom
im glad you look different
and not for the better
as once my muse, it befits you perfect
to rot, to shrivel when not tended to properly
and yesterday, i drove past
you started to finally look like you should
however, something so indifferent towards life
should not have the primary color of nature
in their heartless grasp
trying to get off of vaping i hope?
on one hand
it'd be a clearing of your character in a way
but on the other
to get exactly
what the consequences of your actions deserve
would be more fruitiful for my eyes to see
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
