.shit's bananas when you're disinterested.
Mein Kompfy sweat pants and your old sweater met their match today.
They danced through our phone conversation, and fought the whole time i ate pancakes.
The 3 of us thought of you when i bit my lip, denounced god, went blind with rage, and even when i typed this meaningless drab until 6 in the morning.
I think they’re going to be good (meaningless) friends. Not the kind that are nice to each others faces and talk shit the moment the other has left the room. More like the kind that meet by fucking the same mutual friends a week apart, cause they are young and carefree and have so much in common, not cause they are roach infested whores.
They look so happy together, great things are going to come of this, i promise.
When you come home I’ll show you. (if i can only get those hideous stains out.)
We’ll laugh til our noses bleed, and the windows shatter.
You are mine my darling, and the world, yes the world shall be ours.
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Club 27 Has Reached Capacity - F. T. Willz
PoetryEvery poem by F. T. Willz I could find. Some of them are titled by me seeing as they didn't have any titles or dates to use as a chapter name, although every poem is definitely written by F. T. Willz. Enjoy.
