You acted surprised
When I said I was still in pain.
As if you didn't strike the match,
Light the fuse,
Then watch me burn.
I have scars to prove your carelessness.
Yet, you're shocked
When I don't come to you,
Because I'm still choking
On the smoke from the last time.
YOU ARE READING
What I Know to be True
PoetryA collection of poems by a person whom is trying to collect her pieces up off the ground.
