leave
was it right to leave?
it's safe to say
that i hate you
but watching you grovel
in sorrow with every
dawning day
makes me feel nothing
but pity
will i ever learn?
everywhere
i see you everywhere
in the rosy bags
in the bands you like
in the clothes
i let you borrow
in the light catching
onto my pale skin
and it makes me wish
i were a blind man
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
