You

It's 4 pm 12 hours ago I was awake 

Make no mistake I've been up so damn late. 

Wait, retake.

It's 5 am and 12 hours ago i was walkin, 

Tellin myself to calm down singin outloud like a Walkman

Awkward.

This pretty girl passed me by I won't say her name,

She remains my novacain,

And now the pain is buildin up like California with no rain.

Aye. That's the text I sent her. 

She responded with more letters 

Just enough to make me feel better

But only for a second 

I lent her my jacket

And never got it back, but that's ok you look way better than I do in black 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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