weeks and months and years that
i've poured into it are
nothing in your hands because
you burn through it like
a match and a trail of
gasoline like Old Faithful before
detonating like an isolated dog in
heat and there's nothing i can
do but appreciate that you
gave it a chance at all
YOU ARE READING
Open To Interpretation
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
