It doesn’t matter if they’re gone. I still haven’t moved on.
do i keep a picture in a safe or do i let my memory disintegrate
am i moving on or should i label it a failure when i skip a couple days of breaking down the barricade
i get sick of looking at the drain
rigid and defeated take the blame of climate change i’m too in love with heated rain
nothing can compare to water spraying while i take in how i could’ve been a great amazement with the higher grades
if i got along and had obeyed
but the chain of their command
needs replaced
i can see i’m growing but the garden’s full of weeds
when i try to sew my seeds
they get choked
i get maimed
easier to view it as invasive and complain
i procrastinate and cram
for the race
stipulate ideas to incentivize a creed
but i’m too afraid to bleed
interlope
run away
i wish i could honor you without my aftertaste
– D K T
