Poem: Dear Future Me
- Oct 6, 2017
- 1 min read
dear future me,
don't say hi to that boy.
He will toy with your heart,
pull you apart, piece, by piece, by piece.
He will scatter those broken bits into the deepest pits
in the darkest corner of the world, He will have you curled in his fist, until He
chooses the moment to squeeze His hand and turn you
into dust.
if you must be curious, be wary;
to carry the weightless burden of a happy life
will only bring your strife, will become the knife that ends you.
all good things come to an end. He was a
good thing.
He ended.
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