Poetry · Writing


i question you

your existence your plans your methods

which books you open when you have your own question

who answers your calls when you feel lost

do you feel mortal anxiety- depression

do you eat ice cream and watch twenty-seven dresses

to forget how she use to wear all those dresses-

do you ever wish, you could be us:

live, bleed, and die

do you ever wish we’d forget your number

so the line would be silent so you can catch up on game of thrones

do you paint on your spare time

smoke cook fuck read on your spare time

or is it just us

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