I said-
It's not fair that
she expects me
to be spontaneously
asking of how
she's doing,
'cause -- ya know --
I love her so,
but I want her to
express herself.
Let's make this shit
about the things we desire-
How the stars in the sky
represent when we'll die.
This is where we came from,
from the outer realms,
but I still feel lonely.
I haven't seen her face
in a long time,
I'm wondering if she's still in plain-sight.
The girl with the voice
that used to annoy me
has since died-
Left me no condolences,
'cause why would she?
I'm just a big bundle
of some more trouble-
I'm sorry for everything.
I'm sorry for existing.
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This Gray, Unfortunate Place (2)
PoetryPoetry that straggles the heartstrings. (You don't have to have read the first book.)