To my old love
I know it’s hard
Do you get tired of carrying
The weight of my poetry
On your shoulders
Until I have something better
To worry about?
It’s the weight of the world
And nothing at all
Really matters
To my friends
I really feel like
I’m starting to disappoint you
And then
It starts to feel like
You are too
It’s the weight of the world
And nothing at all
Really matters
To my parents
I know you’re afraid;
I am too
But I’m really
Much more tired
Of running
It’s the weight of the world
And nothing at all
Really matters
To self-help
To patience
To glasses of water
To deep breaths
And better drugs
I promise,
It’s the weight of the world
And nothing at all
Really matters
Jun 25, 2022
Jun 25, 2022 at 10:09 PM UTC
To my old love
I know it’s hard
Do you get tired of carrying
The weight of my poetry
On your shoulders
Until I have something better
To worry about?
It’s the weight of the world
And nothing at all
Really matters
To my friends
I really feel like
I’m starting to disappoint you
And then
It starts to feel like
You are too
It’s the weight of the world
And nothing at all
Really matters
To my parents
I know you’re afraid;
I am too
But I’m really
Much more tired
Of running
It’s the weight of the world
And nothing at all
Really matters
To self-help
To patience
To glasses of water
To deep breaths
And better drugs
I promise,
It’s the weight of the world
And nothing at all
Really matters
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