checkered rows of skin
light
dark
light
dark
the checkers
filling in the blank space
red lines connecting the dots
of the story on my skin
its a story
a long, long story
of love for the wrong people
of pain from others inflicted upon myself
of regret of things said or not said
done or not done
its a story
of being on the run from your own feelings
of changing yourself for them to only leave
of the loss of your best friend
who won the game of checkers
only to lose something much greater
the story
of my life
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the lost
PoesiaHere are some random poems I write when I feel like it. I hope you enjoy. p.s. the cover image isn't mine
