I never used to have
And only kind of have now
A favorite sports team,
But he did,
And he gave me his father's old jersey
To wear whenever they played,
And that year
They made it to the super bowl-
And he said
That I made it lucky,
And I wore it whenever they played,
And I kept it
After he left me,
And I still wear it sometimes
For if they ever win,
And if they win
It's because of me,
And that's his fault,
Because he made me lucky,
And he can
Suffer for that.
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Death Threats ♡ poetry
PoetryThrough years of building secrets and multiple lives, I've collected all of this poetry. The first random person to actively support my online poetry ended up sending me death threats a few months after I began assembling my first collection. I bloc...