I blame you for your hands
And how they carry my blood
And how it was your doing
And your mistake.
I look at my hands
And see the same thing
But not my blood
But yours.
~ maybe we're both as bad
- G
YOU ARE READING
Train rides and oceans
PoetryA poetry book: heartbreak, love, healing, growth, time. A tale of my life In short story like poems A shift in my focus Rebalance - G
Just as guilty
I blame you for your hands
And how they carry my blood
And how it was your doing
And your mistake.
I look at my hands
And see the same thing
But not my blood
But yours.
~ maybe we're both as bad
- G