Bus Rides

  
Everlasting 

I just want to be high 

I just want to bleed 

I just want to be intoxicated 

Gather myself up after 

Charming 

Fuck this tea drinking 

Cat petting 

Romantic seeking 

Bullshit 

As simple as it seems 

It’s painfully unreal 

Raw

Anxiety filled voices 

The need to impress 

I want to hurt 

Because it is simpler 

Hypocrite 

I feel as ironic as my moody poems 

If they are even that

They are more like selfish rants 

And I’m sorry  

But fuck 

What else am I suppose to do ?

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