it all kind of
blurs together,
the mishaps
and "what if"s.
the well-wishes
of old friends
etched carelessly
with bleeding ink.
looking through
yearbooks, trapped
behind cartilage cages.
when you think
about it all too
hard, your lungs
do a flip-flop.
but when you don't
think about it at all,
your skull feels bare.
"bittersweet"
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 4:15 PM UTC
it all kind of
blurs together,
the mishaps
and "what if"s.
the well-wishes
of old friends
etched carelessly
with bleeding ink.
looking through
yearbooks, trapped
behind cartilage cages.
when you think
about it all too
hard, your lungs
do a flip-flop.
but when you don't
think about it at all,
your skull feels bare.
"bittersweet"
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