was it the summer before sophomore year
where this all began again
the lightning shrikes us on the beach
a weakness before we found god
the nights we spent too long
until we meet once again
and i found love while you found jesus
like a sleep in the yard
i'm so sorry for missing your call
i'll be over soon and we can go
all over town in a tipsy whirl
where peace will be beneath a girl
existential dread in a can
full of misanthropic wellbeasts
to a point in which we seek
oh holy lord are we?
i'll forever stay in here
this hollow world we wake in
hoping to find you once again
and get the chance to meet
tomorrow you'll be new
and i'll be waiting on myself
to tell you i missed your face
and we'll live beyond summer
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
