animosity
i'm just a seventeen year old girl who
will wait all day in a starbucks
and cry over you when i get home
no responsibility
you could have been one
birds flying down from the gray cloud up above
i've to find a new muse
a new america, a new me
you were not made of words, only a skeleton of tacky neon sighs from the 90s
float on, rose.
YOU ARE READING
An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poetrypoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
