it’s been a year now,
full of carbonation bubbles and they still spit and sting at my face
every single time that
i am fooled enough to look.
it’s been a year now,
full of termite-eaten wood but still
no evidence.
i don’t want reverence.
i want you to forget about me.
even after all this time
i thought i could escape this slime,
maintain the years of my prime;
i could throw up.
to tell you the truth,
no one has ever followed me
this far
before.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
it’s been a year now,
full of carbonation bubbles and they still spit and sting at my face
every single time that
i am fooled enough to look.
it’s been a year now,
full of termite-eaten wood but still
no evidence.
i don’t want reverence.
i want you to forget about me.
even after all this time
i thought i could escape this slime,
maintain the years of my prime;
i could throw up.
to tell you the truth,
no one has ever followed me
this far
before.
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