At the Thought of You [poems]

89. Fuck It

Spoiler alert: We all die in the end.

So why haven't you told

that person you like them

or taken all these big risks

why don't you dress the

way you fucking want

these things you do

won't be written in history books

so you don't have a reputation to follow

no one is going to remember exactly

what you have done

so, fuck it

do whatever the fuck you want

I mean, we all die in the end