I don't eat spechettios anymore even though they were my favorite as a kid
Every Sunday after church I'd sit and watch cartoons with a can in my lap
The metallic taste mixed with the soggy noodle spelling out words in my spoon
I used to try to tell the future in the letters
Spelling names of my future kids in the soup.
Using the back of my spoon as a crystal ball
Being a gypsy in my own living room
Recromancing pillows into castles and Dust bunnies into noble knights.
I am made of memories, and most of the time I forget who I once was.
There are no castles, only pillows.
There are no knights.
Only cobwebs and dust bunnies.
That is all.
YOU ARE READING
I'm So Exhausted
Poetry#1 in poem #1 in poetrycollection #1 in vent #2 in memory this is just a compilation of my vent poetry-ish (that i can find) from 4th grade to whenever i stop this (I'm 18 now) Im not the best with words but i write in spouts of thoughts
