You're the bullet that hits me
And makes me bleed
You're the eyepatch there
So I can't see
You're the demon
That finds its way into my dreams
You're the hands around my throat
That won't let me breathe
You're the blackest night
No stars or moon
But I'll fly out of your grasp
Like a child's balloon
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThis is a book of some poems I've written recently. Some are about me, some are about books, and some are about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
