Posted in eavesdrop, Poetry

below the eaves

Sometimes
I just want to spend
the whole day
smoking weed
like a chimney
& eavesdrop
for girlie things.

You know, like:
“I hope you have
a nice bike ride home”
or
“It’s ok Laura
I still love you”

I mean, it gets
really exhausting trying
to live up to what
everybody expects a boy
to be nowadays

-07.12.18

Author:

Trying to find the right words.

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