This isn't just
Now I'm here
Now I'm gone
It's always been like that
Have you ever even missed me at all?
Lets cut that shit &
Listen up motherfucker
I'm here less now
Catch me when you can
If you can
If you're ever even here either
Doesn't matter
I'm practically gone
& people hardly know
People never know
If they might be able to see me when
I appear
Yet I'm just not there
Maybe no one even cares though
Maybe I didn't think to care too
I don't know
But theres
No longer to think
No time to stop
Who cares
Checking in with people is overrated
& so is writing
When nothing is ever returned
& yes
Going without all this
Has sent me turning
And spinning
Into deficit
And I am now
In the simplest terms
Cannot feel that certain kind of
Warmth or living feeling inside
As fucking always
I'll just have to be fine
Just let the
Warmth of tea, hubris & ginger
Fill my being
And keep on pretending
That
I'm shut off
Or that guilt of people who don't care about me
Doesn't affect me
Or keep me up at night
Like they're bound to always
Fucking do
YOU ARE READING
Shit rant poems
PoetryThere are so so so many typos and one day, I'll fix them all.....maybe