I smell like mary Jane
I use to lover her
But now that's all you pay attention to
How she smells, tastes, looks, feels.
They seem to forget about everything when their with her.
I wash my hands, scraping off her, so hard my hands bleed.
But she's still under my nails. In my hair. In my jacket. My jeans. My shoes. She's everywhere.
What made you guys like her more than anything else
What made you turn to her.
I don't want to be here.
But I will.
YOU ARE READING
Bird-Like Heart
PoetryThis is about my kind of poetry. Feelings emotions, trauma, love, happiness, loss. The world is filled with all of these thing and this is how express it.
