September 27, 2013
Covering my wounds with honey
Is like seeing the one who tore me apart daily.
I, ever so foolishy, wanted to be healed
By the same heart that wrecked me.
I thought we didn't sink yet,
But now all I've experienced is misery
With all your failed attempts.
YOU ARE READING
Mindless
PoetryIn here lies pieces of Katherine's mind. What it felt like to love someone and what it felt to be left behind. She is a wanderer, one who writes poems about her adventures. This is her most prized possession, the Mindless days of her wandering hear...
