Shitty poetry pt. whatever

I haven’t written in a long time, this is the only thing I came up with in the past few months. Sorry about lack of updates 😦

Another wasted night grappling with torn shreds of your white shirt.

Everything seems melancholic; eating at McDonald’s, walking around the bookstore, even eating ramen.

There is no hope for me to forget, there is only the burden of remembering regrets.