Poems from Sabrinaap.
I'm writing even though I have a fuck ton of homework to do.
I can't help it, she is stuck on my mind.
So let me tell you about the girl...
You ask me what are these secrets that are pressed onto my skin.
They aren't legible, these scars are a messy cursive, a secretary's notes...
For a while, i found myself wanting to tell you how my day went every night.
That was the worst part.
But i guess its easy for you,
Right...
I make a sad attempt to rise with the morning sun,
only because the world has asked me to.
And so,
I start the day by crawling up to what...
I'm just an observer...
Nothing more,
Perhaps something less.
All that ive ever done,
Is float helplessly in a world with people just as...