Jun 30
in ways anger has changed me,
my grudges have met my resolve,
shook its hand, and gave it something
to rely on. i never realized what it was
like to give up, but now i believe more
than ever. don’t bother, i’m
not going to play nice anymore.
the steam rises off me, and the
slick road hisses beneath the sky.
i will get better, but first i have to
dispose of a few vices. goodbye,
love.