"okat" poems
How am I supposed to fall in love if I don't even know what love is?
The more I look at you, the more I think about how much I want to hold your dumb hands and ne dumb with you bc im dumb nd im so sorry if this stops making snse. i think yhere was soda in this alscohol and I wasnt readu for it maybe isf you could jsst hold mt hand one more time that be freat. im si sirrt vyt i ca nt stay sober much longer okat htis is oakt
pleese forgiv ,e ne
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
Perfection.
The word loomed over me
i couldn't seem to meet it
i am never good enough
i will never be
good enough
"And thats okay"
they all say
but it never is okat
i MUST
do
better.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 9:42 AM UTC