i am a broken watch,
ticking the wrong way,
cracked on the surface,
withering with age,
yet still you keep me in your pocket,
despite the confusion i cause you,
you love me,
not because you have to,
but because you want to.
YOU ARE READING
Wildflowers
Poetry"men have a nerve to play with a woman's heart, to convince her she is not beautiful the second he doesn't get his way, to convince her she is nothing to him, whilst her eyes are flooded with potential, and his are deep and empty, void." A poetry co...
