#cba
If I can't do anything then what's the point.
I don't understand why I can't just give up now.
I don't want to be here.
But I don't really not want to be here.
But I just feel so done.
Can't I sit here alone and never be bothered again.
Although it's not what I say,
I know what I want.
I want to enjoy this good life I have.
Get good grades and good times with friends.
I already do so why can't I just follow suit.
But instead I feel like I don't have a clue.
I'm trying to think back to where things went wrong.
But it's like looking across a dessert in hope of finding the sea.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
this year I grew three trees
from the dust to the blue
with the assumption each
would teach
elm was the first,
a fleeting fumble
dripping in butterflies
yet gone before
the season was
next came the oak,
a sturdy promise
it was he who taught me
we rot from within
the weeping came third,
don’t all goods come in threes?
if only the sweetest blush
could float unwithered
blinded by branches
at nature’s cruel whim
my trees did not fall
but I did
love did not touch me
another buzz
another breath
it lingered
lingered
and left.
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC