"I start crying uncontrollably in your tree-branch arms and tell you about how lonely I am. I never-ever wanted to leave your arms. But you are rooted because you are a tree, and I am not."
(1234254657687381 that's a pantoum bitch.)
i'd like to be your friend.
i once read a poem about tree-branch arms.
i want to be your friend because you have them.
i'd like to be your friend even though
i'm full of glorious, gorgous issues.
i want to be your friend because you have them, too.
let's be fucked up together.
i'm full of glorious, gorgoues issues.
please hold me in your tree-branch arms.
let's get fucked up together;
i'll stay in your tree-branch arms.
please hold me in your tree-branch arms.
i once read a poem about tree-branch arms and
i'd stay in your tree-branch arms forever,
dearest, tyler...
--
dear tyler,
thanks for not asking.
i am sick of feeling this way --
i think you already know.
thanks for not asking.
i'm not going to be okay, alright?
i think you already know;
you don't say a word.
i'm not going to be okay, alright?
you aren't necessarily okay, either.
you never say a word,
just wrap your tree-branch arms around me.
you aren't necessarily okay.
maybe you are sick of feeling this way, too.
oh god, please wrap your tree-branch arms around me.
oh, god, tyler----
Poetry by MiVidaDeEpílogos.
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Written on 2008-09-01 at 04:56
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(1234254657687381 that's a pantoum bitch.)
Awkward Silences, Random Texts, Hot Coffee Burns.
dear tyler:i'd like to be your friend.
i once read a poem about tree-branch arms.
i want to be your friend because you have them.
i'd like to be your friend even though
i'm full of glorious, gorgous issues.
i want to be your friend because you have them, too.
let's be fucked up together.
i'm full of glorious, gorgoues issues.
please hold me in your tree-branch arms.
let's get fucked up together;
i'll stay in your tree-branch arms.
please hold me in your tree-branch arms.
i once read a poem about tree-branch arms and
i'd stay in your tree-branch arms forever,
dearest, tyler...
--
dear tyler,
thanks for not asking.
i am sick of feeling this way --
i think you already know.
thanks for not asking.
i'm not going to be okay, alright?
i think you already know;
you don't say a word.
i'm not going to be okay, alright?
you aren't necessarily okay, either.
you never say a word,
just wrap your tree-branch arms around me.
you aren't necessarily okay.
maybe you are sick of feeling this way, too.
oh god, please wrap your tree-branch arms around me.
oh, god, tyler----
Poetry by MiVidaDeEpílogos.
Read 1055 times
Written on 2008-09-01 at 04:56
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