Shit rant poems

Roofs

I've always loved the roof aesethic

That is

The idea of sitting on a roof for and in scenes of dramatic occurrences

Perhaps up there

To lament

Reflect

Think

Monologue

Love

To be

Alone or with another

And of course

While I'm up there

Drink
And maybe scream

Maybe kiss a girl or two

It would be hard to keep it a secret tho

Depending on how far up we are

Thing is though

That will never happen

Because

No matter how I ready I think I am for something

I'm not

And

I try anyway

But courage can only stray my soul so far

And it could never handle the panic

Of climbing up

So maybe that's why I stay here in the trenches

Low
Safe

A bit sad perhaps

But saves anxiety inducing hazes

Of everything

And I've always been one to choose the safer route

Oh so sadly