Moving all those
Boxes of comics
Was tiring
For me and her
Mentally and definitely physically
Packed to the brim
Of superheroes
Monsters
So many worlds
Packed into so many
Boxes
But soon those boxes of world's
Won't be here anymore
It's selfish
We've had them for three
Months
I don't want them to go
I didn't want you to go
But hey
I can't control that
If I could
You'd still be here
Buying more comics every
Wednesday
Dragging mom
As I you threw new ones at me
But I can't control that
You could've been a
Boulder collector
Thank god for that
Thank god for
Comics.
YOU ARE READING
Oof Poetry
PoetryI was hella depressed when writing some of these, but I'm happy now, so have fun
