The rain came down and my heart came out,
There's no cure for this and no cloud for doubt.
We got rain in California.
I hope it rains for weeks.
I want a puddle on my stoop
and a puddle in my seat.
I want to be wet, dripping, sweet like our sweat.
The rain you can't wash off.
The rain you never knew you lost.
I want this rain like I want my life and nothing else will soak slower.
Wet with clear blood,
Dried with monster love.
I'm a fucking turtle.
I'm a little bug.
I'm gonna go swimming and drop dance on the boat.
I'm gonna go swimming and drop dance on the boat.
I'm gonna go jumping and fall off the cloud.
I'm gonna go jumping when no one is around.
I'll die sooner than you thought I would,
But I'm gonna die dancing like a good bug should.
-Alyssa Westerlund
This is not a suicide note, this is a shitty poem. (Because all poetry is shitty)
There's no cure for this and no cloud for doubt.
We got rain in California.
I hope it rains for weeks.
I want a puddle on my stoop
and a puddle in my seat.
I want to be wet, dripping, sweet like our sweat.
The rain you can't wash off.
The rain you never knew you lost.
I want this rain like I want my life and nothing else will soak slower.
Wet with clear blood,
Dried with monster love.
I'm a fucking turtle.
I'm a little bug.
I'm gonna go swimming and drop dance on the boat.
I'm gonna go swimming and drop dance on the boat.
I'm gonna go jumping and fall off the cloud.
I'm gonna go jumping when no one is around.
I'll die sooner than you thought I would,
But I'm gonna die dancing like a good bug should.
-Alyssa Westerlund
This is not a suicide note, this is a shitty poem. (Because all poetry is shitty)