"don't worry about me"
you said
but how couldn't i
when the last time you said that exact thing
was the night i saw you
crashed into a tree
alcohol substituting blood in your veins
"don't worry about him"
the doctor said
but how couldn't i
when the last time a doctor said that exact thing
was the day my grandmother
took her last breath
cancer substituting a brain in her head
(so how couldn't i?)
YOU ARE READING
delusion of you
Poetrythis is the poetry i write when it's 10 o'clock at night and there is too much on my mind
