arms reach
there they are
an arms reach
away, but they
somehow don't
hear my tears
fall
punch
scrape through
my mind for
a senseless thought
but i'm too late
now that i have
all the fury i hold
wrapped in my fist
punching
and all the disdain
in the ball of my foot
kicking
until my walls
cave in
pores
i can sense your
pores radiating
the aura of your
kindness from
around the corner
but i turn it to
see you
with
them
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
