I never know how to tell our story.
I think it's because every love poem before you
Had a secret to keep, every heartache was less boy
More bruise, more battle scar.
I don't know how to write about love so soft.
No one ever taught me the words.
I. Only know broken bones and purpling skin,
Blood mixed with ink and verses that make it hard
To use my lungs.
I never thought I could love a boy
Who taught me how to breathe.
Everyone before you was
Harsh summer sun and they all were
Best at burning me.
You are a cool winter breeze,
The best kind of ache.
You are more than not just them,
And I never know how to put it in a poem
How you are so much more than that
How you are all I ever need
How you are everything to me.
YOU ARE READING
The sad side of town
PoetryBasically this is a book of Poetry, quotes, love, hate, life, death, flowers and pretty girls, there will be lots of it and some I did myself. If there is anything you would like me to post about or add to my book, feel free to give me ideas or ask...
