fixing apart the dust to settle our past lives on the brink of extinction. the atlas and the hourglass spinning earth on fingertips. calloused, bruised, and broken it's okay, it's alright. nothing is the same. everything is fine.
hey, what's your name. write it down. i can take your cheap shots any. sucker punch my face. i want to see your knuckles turn red. to the color of bricks. but that was then and this is dumb
dizzied up by the weight you have pressed upon letters unread the words get lost in the shuffle of kansas. misery show me the state of a heart crossed out and its shape bled dry for miles. the stains keep me company
when there's nothing left to read i want you to bury me next to the books i ain't talkin' about shakespeare when there's nothing left to read i want you to bury me next to the books next year i'll catch you in the rye
where did you learn to write such grief plagiarize this. i could care less it was only a fraud from the start then someone had to rip it off it was us. it was always them screaming at the top of our lungs