Quarantine
So, humanity learned We never had that much control
Said, these glass screens are death Now they’re the life that’s left
This the world-end you dreamt? Stuck at home in pajamas
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Quarantine
So, humanity learned We never had that much control
Said, these glass screens are death Now they’re the life that’s left
This the world-end you dreamt? Stuck at home in pajamas
The Poem I Almost Wrote
The poem I almost wrote About the corsage he once gave you, I can no longer complete in words and stanzas, I can’t bring myself to do that to you
friends
Today was just so awful, Everything makes me upset First thought is to text you Since you’ll take it all away
Yeah, tell him you’re sad How lonesome it is And he’ll respond With a hug and a kiss
But it’s not because we’re a “thing” We’re just really good friends
million
Forever 21 clearance rack Momma says never mind how cheap the sale Just dress it up good and then let’s go You already know that you’re beautiful
Emotional
Sitting outside the women’s restroom I’m surprised by how he maintains his calm “Text me when you find her, I’ll wait here for her” So I embarked on a women-only mission
She was alone, Crying in a toilet stall “These emotions are ugly, I can’t stand them anymore”
Nothing Compares
Alexa, play Hillsong. Alexa skip. Alexa skip. Alexa skip. Aw, this one.
drama
The sun is up, up and at ‘em Another train to the city Good morning
Hey how are you, my name is Slowly trying to get to know At least one
Sit through classes, have a bite of lunch Check my phone but nothing new so far
And so the day ends, As easy as it was, After all I’ve been through it just doesn’t live up
Hanahaki
Would you, maybe, could you, kinda Love me just a bit? The blossoms bubble up my throat If you shut me out for another day or so These flowers will uproot my heart
Coughing, spewing, spitting petals It’s pretty and it’s sick The garden you planted in my chest Grew its thorns in my lungs but roses on my cheeks I’m choking on the lovely scent