POV: You write a poem while sick as fuck.
I don't know,
Is this real?
Did I really throw up?
I want it to be fake.
I want to go back to school
And let everything be normal.
I want Thomas to stay longer,
And I want to feel okay,
But everytime I think,
'Is this real?'
'Am I really sick?'
I remember:
My stomach is churning.
I threw up.
And I feel genuinely awful.
Gods,
Help me.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
ПоэзияThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...
