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The Box
so.
yeah.
I've finally let my nails grow out
Life looks a lot different today then
it ever used to
The songs get sadder
The rain falls faster
Puddles and puddles of i love yous
im sorry's
Ive taped them up in this box
and fuck it, im stuffing my heart in it too
Im so tired of it bleeding
I dont eat much ice cream anymore
But ive gained the weight
stress i suppose
and sitting on my ass
in wonderment
of course it could be the drinking
but i rarely have the money
And here are all my notebooks
if you stack them neatly, they'll fit
Put the graph one on top, it means the most to me
Read them.
Its not just about the poetry
its flipping through someones feelings
and watching them grow
and shrivel
Its never really been poetry to me anyways
but more like a poetic form of saying
"hey, this is who I am
this is Kristi"
But anyways. They go in the box.
And thats it.
thats everything.
Do what you to want with it.
