Poems from 15cfisk
how many days did I sit on this stoop in the dark
and wonder if i’d ever be happy?
how many times did i wait for the sun to fall out of...
I can’t fathom what good things
could possibly come from this suffering
what am I waiting for? why am I doing this?
and that’s, of...
slip through a wormhole
freefall, head-first, into the summer from hell (every summer, every year)
it’s embarrassing that I still play...
I think getting closer to the lightning and thunder will help even less than I imagine it will
Which, I guess, is why I’m still on the...
I’m still looking into the future, taking deep breaths
But the night hurts without you here
Oh my god, the night hurts without you
I’ve...