Good Riddance 2008, or "poetry i've written while alone and feeling emo",
is that a dare?
What Goes Up, Must descend,
in a flaming
rage of divine vengeance, apparently.
Perhaps joy is the Hubris of the naive.
life is very long, when you're lonely,
Its even longer when you're sober,
and when you're sober and lonely...
well that's what it feels like to approach the
speed of light.
Fuck You 2008, and fuck the beautiful years you crushed
on your way through, you're welcome no more.