you kept asking if
i was okay
and i kept saying
yes,
because i couldn't bring myself to
say the truth.
-k.d.
YOU ARE READING
life as we know it
PoetryBeing a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit.
truth
you kept asking if
i was okay
and i kept saying
yes,
because i couldn't bring myself to
say the truth.
-k.d.