champain.
january 10, 2017.
12:10 am.
i guess for someone who doesn't
seem to know how to cry,
everyone who does
seems unreal -
i don't digest it the say you do,
our metabolism at different rates -
i'll feel it a few months or years
down the line -
piled up, piled up...
a champagne bottle pop.
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poetry iv: thot confessions
Poetrywritten in 2017. the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. trynna be some rupi kaur shit but that ain't me. confessions of a self-proclaimed thot.
