She's not dead.
She texted me,
Asking the same question,
And we're both
Alive.
Breathing,
Hearts beating,
Unsure of our
Mere miserable existences.
"Good."
Because relief
Rolled over us both
But is it?
Is it ever
Really truly
Good?
Does she care?
I do,
But does she?
Sure, I guess,
But should she?
Would we be better off...?
Should we just...?
No, I suppose...
No...
We're alive,
At least...
For now
That's enough?
It's enough.
We're alive,
Living on
The reason of reassurance.
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
