Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2017
Drifting
I don't want love.
It's not functional.
And, it always ends up with.
Acting like I want to stay.

When I'm just there.

For the food.
And the house.
And the shared ****.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
333
   B Chapman
Please log in to view and add comments on poems