Art is dead. Poor Art. Poor Art's kids and wife. Art, you will be missed.
Haha i tricked you, didn't i? You thought this was gonna be one of those poems but nope. Don't worry guys, I'll write something serious after finals are done.
what if your person is someone else's, too? what if they're not yours at all?
what if your person doesn't consider you to be their person? what if they don't have a person at all? what do you do then? The song for this poem is "pretty when you cry" by Lana del Rey.