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The happiest day of my life was the day I knew I was gonna die sooner rather than later, this time. Because I'd been dying all along it was just nice to have a tentative date, gave me some time to RSVP And then I was fine, and just like that the grave filled itself in, lonely again and my skin was still just skin So I drank up my life, like the hours and minutes were chai tea with soy (no water, please), poured over ice because I'm pretentious like that. I'm a little sorry, that I'm not at all sorry because not much has changed since my due date has passed I haven't rotted away, but I'm not any fresher. I just really like the way the stars look now that I no longer know what day I am.
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Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
Pretentious Death
The happiest day of my life was the day I knew I was gonna die sooner rather than later, this time. Because I'd been dying all along it was just nice to have a tentative date, gave me some time to RSVP And then I was fine, and just like that the grave filled itself in, lonely again and my skin was still just skin So I drank up my life, like the hours and minutes were chai tea with soy (no water, please), poured over ice because I'm pretentious like that. I'm a little sorry, that I'm not at all sorry because not much has changed since my due date has passed I haven't rotted away, but I'm not any fresher. I just really like the way the stars look now that I no longer know what day I am.
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Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
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