A/N: I just drank some warm fake Yakult and I'm ready to fookin set a new record of parts for myself :D
I don't feel the same
The same as yesterday
She walks along the coast
I walk along the fence
I shift my feet under the gap
I dig the hole a little wider
Enough for my mind to escape my thoughts
Easier than the wall
I come to bury the mood
With the clothes, you burnt like waste
I'm dissecting the monsters in the closet
The gross things are the things left out
Take it off and take it back
I don't want it
Words can be ugly things, you know?
YOU ARE READING
It's just poetry divided
PoetryI made this because I like writing it but don't like losing it. Updated daily-ish :D Read back to front like a digital manga because there are more relevant poems there, but don't read it backwards that might hurt your brain. Title from: Twenty One...
