I think I'm not a great as they make me out to be
I'll swallow down invisible dignity and shake off any pretense of actual emotion. I'm sick inside and I swear I'm gonna bleed,
Life to destruction and death to happy eyes
Slowly I tumble downwards to my demise.
Fuck poetry and fuck happy endings.
I swear I'm classified under "destructive" in the grand scheme of shit holes and poverty.
I swear I'm classified as "fucked to hell" in the dictionary.
This isn't a poem it's an ode to shitty verses.
This isn't a poem it's an ode to shitty verses.
This isn't a poem it's an ode to shitty verses.
This isn't a poem it's an ode to shitty verses.
This isn't a poem
This is not a poem
This is not
this.
YOU ARE READING
Incipient
PoésieIN•CIP•I•ENT inˈsipēənt/ adjective •in an initial stage; beginning to happen or develop. •(of a person) developing into a specified type or role.
