this is for the world
that we destroyed by doing things
that we didnt think would matter
it hurts to tolerate your litteringnot only the littering of your
non-disposable plastic
but also the littering of the boys
and girls i loved
oncebut this is also for the many people
i loved twice, thrice, many times
i'm doing much better off without you
but i hope you're doing good too
after all, i loved you twice, thrice, many timesand this goes for the world we both hate because of how cold it gets
as soon as we separatethis is for the tiles and soil that let us stand,
the solid ground that help us keep in place
and the beat up mattress that makes us feel
nothing but love,
nothing but satisfactionthinking of nothing but the thought of you leaving,
feeling nothing but the happiness that squeezes my little body so tightthis body that i hate
this body that i try to fight every breakfast
lunch, dinner
i want to run away from you
i'm too fucking unfitthis is for the world
that has recognized us as stupid
because we eat soap
and joke about putting everyone in danger
the world we're moulding for the futurethe future is what i worry about
the future of not only myself, but the future
of the people who learnt how to text
not even younger than two
rotting eyes, rotting mindsbut this is also the present future
to those teenage girls and boys, just like me;
self harm and sadness isnt an aesthetic
i found that out the hard way, i pray
you know better, unlike meand this is for you,
i hope you are well, dear
please get some sleep, and take your pills
we're all going to be staying here
waiting, waiting—-
smth so new for me!! third stanza bothers me a lot i guess i'll die
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nabbit's shenanigans
Randomjus a collection of my stories so i dont have to go back and forth through my google docs ~~ n also for linking so i dont hav to embarrass myself w google docs (again) + aka to look more professional