trip
drip
crash
the hours slam by
dear
you're supposed to be writing an essay
stop telling it to *******
you're never going to be anything
ever
you're not a poet
you're some dumb kid with a pen
trip
drip
crash
you're going to be out on your ***
if you don't stop
mooning around
trip
drip
SLAM
i wonder how much it'd hurt dad
if i opened that door
started walking
and never came back
maybe he'd only feel it
for a little while
i wish i wasn't always so
guilty
about everything
trip
drip
fall
dad i wish i could tell you
i don't want to be here
at all
i wish you couldn't see me
leave
does it count as running away
if you're almost
twenty?
back
forth
the hours sweep
and recede
dad i think i miss mom
i miss our big yellow house
i hate living here
let's leave.
skip
jump
flee
where will i be
in ten years
no
five months...
tomorrow
five minutes?
trip
drip
fly
i don't even have
tears
to
cry