Poetry for the Abyss

Remember Me Like I’m Winter ’97

it is hard to love ppl without expectations

i’m addicted to chocolate almond milk
and you’re addicted to watching netflix

you won’t think about wanting to die tonight
i won’t think about
how you are not thinking
about me

i used to expect you to want to
be alive for me but
as long as you are alive somewhere
i expect i will be alive here still
stupidly loving you

i wish you could remember me
i’m like winter 1997

when you were 6 and i was
another lost child inside clouds

no, we met drunkenly i think

we met with me here and there
soft baby child female snowflake

falling on your lap my heart
was full to burst or melting

cloudy childhood forgotten
along with all the fucked winters

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