i swear to god,
im gonna snap.
i keep writing the same fucking poems
about the same fucking things and
im feeling like a broken CD,
im skipping and replaying old shit and
im getting really sick of the same damn tune,
i feel like there are cracks and scratches and i
dont play the same way i used to,
clean and precise
but now the audio is fading and
im definitely not as shiny as i used to be.
i am an old 2016 hit album thats
not old enough to be a classic
but not new enough to be cool,
im just in that awkward stage that
nobody really listens to me anymore,
but honestly, thats fine with me.
all this has done is shown me who my true fans are.
when im really broken,
and i have nothing left to give to the world,
when my songs got old and
the melodies screech
and the sounds have all been heard
im left with the ones that are loyal,
and really care.
the only issue with that is,
it's a
way smaller
number than
i thought.
YOU ARE READING
Adventures, Memories, and Everything in Between
Poetrybook 1 my brain is too crowded so i made room by putting stuff in here. so you're reading my brain pretty much. enjoy <3 WARNING: mature content because of strong language and references to alcohol and probably other stuff ALSO NONE OF THE VIDEOS IN...
