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Paige Wolf
Poems
Dec 2019
I'm Broke
I can't afford your death right now.
We gotta schedule somewhere between the next 50 to 60 years
Or maybe we stop being friends. And even then, I still couldn't afford it until the next 20 or so years.
At the least.
A funeral costs about $5000
Your death costs a chunk of my soul
Your death would shatter my mind
I'd spend a lifetime trying to pick up all the broken pieces,
And every time, getting cut by the glass
Your death costs a lifetime of hair dye from going gray before my time
Do you know how many inhalers I'd have fo buy?
I'd forget how to breathe without you
If you died, I'd have to pay more for gas every week
I'd go out of my way not to drive by your house everyday
I'd need to invest in an IV
Something to replenish myself after all the tears
I'd spend a fortune,
Spend a whole lifetime
Trying to get you out of my head
It's like paying someone to remove a stain off my brain
And that **** isnt cheap
So I can't afford your death
But if something does happen to you
And you leave me to handle the bill
I'll have to pay for a bigger coffin
Because I'm just gonna climb in next to you
Written by
Paige Wolf
23/F/Los Angeles
(23/F/Los Angeles)
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