I am scattered
mind, body, and soul,
Trying to test my limits by
gifting myself a deep blue blush
I call it my art, my renaissance
there’s no harm in it.
It’s my true blue, my forever
even though I question existence upon
every breath I take in, when i see the distorted pain and sadness
in the film I watch through my irises.
Maybe the call of the void is blue too
I can see it in the sky
when grey clouds threaten to tear apart,
or when the traffic light won’t turn green,
or when i’m pounding my wrist on
the kitchen marble,
creating true blue.
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sad little bitch
PoetryBefore I tell you what this book is about, please let me give you a warning. As a teenage girl who has literally no experience in writing poetry, I have done my best to write what my mind and heart has told me to. I hope you understand this. Now, t...
