you standing there looking like a
star starved sacrifice, staring at the sunset as if
the clouds were made of oxygen and
your iron lungs craved some rust.
i woke up on the day before with
the taste of something bitter in my throat,
probably just
the taste of rejection,
still fresh on my tongue.
YOU ARE READING
#sorry
Poetry"modern poems" honest thoughts put into poems no filters, only love, hate, death, and insanity. there is a certain rhythm these words must be read to. just emphasize and you'll find it. trigger warning: lots of profanity, lots of feelings. lots...
