You are my
Favorite distraction.
So please don't tell me to
Stop thinking about you
Because hey, I thought you liked it when I was happy?
I guess I'll simply
Throw some stones
And maybe some shot glasses
Because breaking glass,
Whether it's left on the ground or pressed to my wrist,
Has always helped me sort out
What exactly it is
I should do.
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PoetryCompletely uncensored thoughts and observations, about most anything. Non Fiction #87 // Poetry #193 © Papyruspoet 2014.