Why did this sudden wave hit me?
I sold my hope for poison
Because I'm not done being mad.
Would I kill myself
Just to tell you you are a
coward,
A cheat,
An idiot,
And a bastard?
I fell in love with my discontentedness
And now I just want to run.
Let you burn our house to the ground
Because you're like a child with a fresh box of matches.
But you never asked me for my opinion anyway.
I just want to go.
I'm tired.
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A Year In Poetry
PoetryHappy 2020! I will be putting one whole year of poems in this book. We'll all see what happens! A lot of the poetry I write is to help me understand the world around me. One day it might be a love poem, the next it might be about chicken nuggets. Fo...
