It won't be any different,
for me at least
In early July.
(will you cry?)
I’ll try to keep in touch
but the hours are just
so.different.
find another. I don’t mind. I’ll be okay
in this new state of mind
Don’t crawl back,
if I plan to return, carry on
with your simplistic self
but tone down the cockiness
slightly.
Did I meet your standards?
I hope not.
Because I don’t fit into a category
especially one that you’ve made.
Just flaunt around as you do,
and suffer in the heat of June.
YOU ARE READING
Requins
PoetrySome words thrown together, forming something along the lines of poetry.