graphite
snapped
the pencil
with your
doodles
since you
forced it
too hard
too hot
the candle was lit
and it wasn't me
the truth was too hot
and it burnt
our home to ashes
so we immediately
began to rebuild
and this is why
i love you
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
