Dec 2022
roses don’t sprout to the sound of your name
the seas don’t foam when you wade into the waves
there’s no one original anymore
it’s hard to be anything worthwhile
when your skin wishes to be shed like a snake’s
and the blue eyes you once loved are being used as a missile
the words spit from my tongue
are 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 wrong
you’re 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 wrong
the seas don’t foam when you wade into the waves
there’s no one original anymore
it’s hard to be anything worthwhile
when your skin wishes to be shed like a snake’s
and the blue eyes you once loved are being used as a missile
the words spit from my tongue
are 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 wrong
you’re 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 wrong
wrote this in class, but i can’t remember the specific reason. i guess i was mad at the world again
written 9/15/22
published 12/10/22
written 9/15/22
published 12/10/22
