some of us do drugs
and draw with silver
others go for a nap
or run
but at the end of the day
we're all simply
scavenging for that
tiny space
perhaps a hole
that offers us shelter
from the terrible, cruel
reality of the world
so,
what is your
coping mechanism?
YOU ARE READING
this is what a broken heart feels like
Poetry"you gave the worst goodbye, and people ask me how i've been"
