deep down i guess i always knew
how i wouldnt be enough
for your greedy hands to keep up with.
you took and you took and you took
until
there was only a mere shadow
of a lost soul staring at me
as i try not to loose balance
gripping the pale bathroom counter.
when you left me,
did you add me to the collection,
of unwanted attention,
of girls worthy of your temporary stare,
of hearts unguarded and broken.
or did you simply drop me to dissolve
in the streets you stomp on,
wiping your hands on the sides of your pants,
in preparation for the next one.
-m
YOU ARE READING
year 1.
Puisia collection of poetry written by yours truly as i navigate through the emotions of my first year of college and the summer before. enjoy <3 -malia d #12 in poetry (sept 12 2020)
