confused
why
when i
say hi do you have to go
and why
does it always snow, on the days
that are nice?
and why does it feel like a game
of dice...
as if one and six
are few and far between
why i do care...
you know what i mean?
of course
you might not even sit there
i'm unsure and ....
..not even sure where
not even ask why?
or do you? why do I?
why can't i just leave it be?
why am i so mean to me
fucking
fuck
why is it still smashed?