i know it doesn't make sense
and i wish it wasn't true
but now i'm sitting here
just thinking about you
my brain can't escape
these lines made in the sand
and when things used to escalate
they were always out of hand
i regret it all
only because it turned to shit
the good times were great
but the bad times were horrible
YOU ARE READING
monachopsis
Poetrya collection of rambles, actually trying to write poetry, and sometimes just thinking on a keyboard. all feels tho ig
