and i don’t want this wasteland
but i’d rather here than home alone
this isn’t who i want to be
but i’ll take what i can get
if it means i’m with you
i knew my moods were caustic
but i never thought it would come to this
everyone else dissolved to bits
and you in your bulletproof humor
curled up with me like nothing’s changed
we slept for days
and when we woke up everyone else had passed on
we nestled under the maple in my front yard
i played our song and
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written s8jan2012.
small me had this to say about this poem:
“chronologically backwards. read it from the last stanza to the first now.
i like how it ended on and. it felt like it ended in the silent moment right before everything blows up.
which, for me, should be soon. i feel a bit like a rubber band right now. exciting!”
inspired by a line from alkaline trio’s “i remember a rooftop” https://youtu.be/BHSxM9QbQIs
i was imagining a cute little hazy post-apocalyptic romance.
i suggest pairing this with dillinger four’s civil war https://youtu.be/b7cWq0G-ADQ
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idiography 