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Chris
Poems
Mar 2020
Don't Worry About It
I'm gonna **** myself
But it's for attention
So it doesn't count
So just let this slide.
When you hear the bang
Don't enter the room.
I want you to call the police.
Tell them you heard a loud bang in my room.
Don't worry about the future
I left a box of stuff.
In the box, there's a list.
It's for Matt. Don't look.
Unless you hate surprises.
I left enough gifts on there to last you 20 years.
Matt will buy them
Or he'll feel like ****.
For Ky, I left my computer.
Hers is better, but she said she wanted mine
When we were 12.
For Hope, I leave my grandma's blanket.
It's torn and filthy, but that adds to its history.
I don't want you to enter at all.
At least for a year.
When the time's up
You'll find something special.
When it comes time to clean
Have Matt and Brian do it.
For Jared, I leave my old games
He says they're collectors.
For Liam, I leave Fire Emblem.
Maybe this will get him to play it.
Sorry that it was always me and you.
And not someone more interesting.
Jenna will console you
at least at first.
So you'll have someone else to talk to.
I was never good at conversation
So sorry for wasting time
But maybe now,
I'll be good for conversation.
It was inspired by 'night mother play. I hope you enjoyed and maybe thought about how you would leave a letter.
Written by
Chris
20/M/Washington
(20/M/Washington)
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