Ocean. ocean. ocean.

is what i tell my dad i'm saying when i repeatedly mutter
"oh shit oh shit oh shit"
and he demands that i stop swearing.

the way the air rushes past me.
the slight dizziness it brings.
i love swinging.

"are you mad? what's wrong?"
"no, nothing"
-leave me alone-

you are the best thing
that's ever been
mine.

it's raining. suddenly.
i waited for it to pour down.
it's like the sky suddenly learnt not to disappoint.

i'm cold.
my fingers.
my feet.
"i'm cold, hold me"
we used to joke.

i miss you
i feel lonely
it's my fault it turned out like this.

it pierced my morning.
anger
it washed over me.

it must have galvanizing material on the outside
right?

I'm sick of pretending.
i'm tired.
yes, you ARE annoying.

 you are the best thing that's ever been mine
repeat.

a fresh wave of
tears.
she whispers:
"it's just a tantrum"

you appal me.
your face appals me.

yea man.
Fucking modern poetry...
this isn't that.
just. By the way.

fragments of my morning.

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