I don’t want to be saved because it’s already too late.
Love is like that ulcer that you keep tonguing.
Slipping through space and time. Wondering if you’ll be mine.
Now I can’t rap and I can’t sing. But soon you will see I do this thing where I say words.
Live fast and it will break you. Die young. It will make you.
A side note to this poem - I always have a note in my phone chocked full of phrases and little bits and bobs I think of but have no use for. One day I was reading down it and was incredibly surprised when it read this beautiful. I haven’t changed or rearranged anything here it’s just how I wrote each snippet.
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