Poop
you're
not
really good
at comforting me,
you know?
really good
at comforting me,
you know?
Life Is Not Easy For Lazy People. I Wish They Should Have Sense
Toward Life And They Do Something.
"Here and Gone August"
Leaf green’s the shaky scrape of a tree’s
arm
raking against the window.
Brushing back and forth
with each and every blowing breeze, gust or gale.
These the humid doldrums of here and gone August.
A tree's hands can be so thin,
his arms are sticks.
They look anorexic.
it's never been this bad.
i'm really attached this time.
when anyone asks if were together i just brush it off, but it's really bad.
when i slip into a daydream, it's always involving you.
when i see something sweet, i always share it with you.
when i'm having trouble sleeping, i always text you.
when i'm stressed out, i've found myself leaning on you.
it's really never been this bad.
to be honest, it's really never been this good.
i'm just anxiously anticipating the part where it goes sour,
so i keep telling myself 'this is so bad'.
because it's dangerous. if this ends, i don't know how i'll make it without you.
i'm really attached this time.
when anyone asks if were together i just brush it off, but it's really bad.
when i slip into a daydream, it's always involving you.
when i see something sweet, i always share it with you.
when i'm having trouble sleeping, i always text you.
when i'm stressed out, i've found myself leaning on you.
it's really never been this bad.
to be honest, it's really never been this good.
i'm just anxiously anticipating the part where it goes sour,
so i keep telling myself 'this is so bad'.
because it's dangerous. if this ends, i don't know how i'll make it without you.
