What if i embrace the crummy?
let myself decay, curl into beat up t-shirts with yellow stained armpits
torn sweatpants still cuddly with frayed ends
sleep all day, give minimal effort for everything
just slowly fall and fester into less than a human being
YOU ARE READING
always raining - Poetry
Poetryｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ｈａｓ ｂｅｅｎ ｒａｉｎｉｎｇ ｉｎｔｏ ｍｙ ｓｏｕｌ ｅｖｅｒ ｓｉｎｃｅ ｗｅ ｍｅｔ．．． ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴀɪɴᴅʀᴏᴘꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀɪꜰᴛ ....ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ǝuoɓ ǝɹ,ʎǝɥʇ ǝɹoɟǝq ɯǝɥʇ ɥɔʇɐɔ os˙˙˙˙ ʇɟıɹp llıʍ sdoɹpuıɐɹ ǝʞıl sʇɥɓnoɥʇ ǝsǝɥʇ
