A Poem Written While Drunk at 3 AM
I do not hold myself in the highest regard But nor do I hold myself in the lowest regard I like to think that I see myself as clearly as possible But I can’t come close to imagining myself through another person’s lense Especially the lense of a cute boy Who wears glasses and looks immensely cuddly Who is nice to others for the sake of being nice -20th Century Philosopher Arjun Srivatsa |
Poem OneI'm so sick of that same old love, that shit, it tears me up
I’m so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough |
Poem TwoMy mama don't like you and she likes everyone
And I never like to admit that I was wrong And I've been so caught up in my job, Didn't see what's going on But now I know, I'm better sleeping on my own |
Poem ThreeWe are never ever ever getting back together,
We are never ever ever getting back together, You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me But we are never ever ever ever getting back together |