Poetry · Writing

Self Care

Abandoned at the start

please, check me out

can’t see the ground

don’t fall out now boy, Peter Wentz.


We all started somewhere-

basement dweller cigarette seller

figure propeller this shit is so stellar- look,

mention the mansion on fourth, window shopping

you’ll never stop me I’ll buy with second guessin’

movin’ in on the fourth and the fireworks will follow- glow.


It’s different, believin’ in somethin’


and it wasn’t me.


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