Jun 2020
I wish I could have run away a little different.
My lego and the birds in the skies have shuffled themselves into arrows pointing towards a disaster, and I wanted mom to clean up my toys and the mistakes I had made on the way.
When I read about Natural disasters, they never spoke about you.
Or what I could lead myself to believe.
Will writing postcards solve my problems or prevent the world from breaking apart into races and shallow pretence where we don't run after dead birds falling from the sky or mirrors that speak about why you drank yourself to death at four in the morning when your mom killed herself.
Do they talk about you?
I wonder why they never teach us in our eight grade to never fall in love or that your dog might die someday and you'd be too young to understand why everybody leaves.
I hope by the time I am 35, I'd have someone to interrupt my black and white movies and say silly things that would make me so annoyed that I'd kiss him and never let go.
My lego and the birds in the skies have shuffled themselves into arrows pointing towards a disaster, and I wanted mom to clean up my toys and the mistakes I had made on the way.
When I read about Natural disasters, they never spoke about you.
Or what I could lead myself to believe.
Will writing postcards solve my problems or prevent the world from breaking apart into races and shallow pretence where we don't run after dead birds falling from the sky or mirrors that speak about why you drank yourself to death at four in the morning when your mom killed herself.
Do they talk about you?
I wonder why they never teach us in our eight grade to never fall in love or that your dog might die someday and you'd be too young to understand why everybody leaves.
I hope by the time I am 35, I'd have someone to interrupt my black and white movies and say silly things that would make me so annoyed that I'd kiss him and never let go.
