i asked and you wrote “no,”
“but you love me?” echoes echoes ah,
it all looks prettier fluorescent
[A/N]
MY BRAIN, IT MIS-FUNCTIONS.
HEY, THAT COULD BE IN A POEM.
OKAY, I AM GOING TO PUT THE SPIDER VERSE IN A WEB OF WORDS AND FEED IT FLIES OF EMOTION. OKAY THAT IS A POEM IN ITSELF. WHAT EVEN. IS IT TOO LATE TO REALISE AUTHOR'S NOTES ARE A MORE PRODUCTIVE PLACE THAN SEA SHORES AND BALCONIES THAT OVERLOOK THE HIMALAYAS? I GUESS IT IS. ALSO I NEED A TREATMENT FOR MY UNCANNY ABILITY TO WRITE ENDLESS CRAP IN AUTHOR'S NOTES AND MIS ALIGNING THE LINES IN MY POEMS. OKAY THIS IS OFFICIALLY WAY TOO LONG. COMMENT.
YOU ARE READING
youngth
Poetrypoetry for the pretentious, by yours most impulsive. notice, the author is a moody mean machine and you have been notified. also, this is cas poetry. not her serious work. xoxo, imkeaha {for now}
