these past 3 days have been horrific
and it streams from my inability to talk to u
when i finally see ur face again i dont know who i will be walking to
u are a stranger again because ur behavior is not familiar.
u say u miss me.
and u anticipate me coming back to the city.
and because u have distanced urself from me i dont even want to.
//e.b.
YOU ARE READING
DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
