And then I threw my fist into the mirror
Because I hated looking at the things you used to tell me you loved.
YOU ARE READING
Heart Scrub
PoetryHere is my poisoned lilac heart Tell me, what do you think? Does it disgust you, or please you or sadden you? Will you wash it down the sink?
A broken reflection
And then I threw my fist into the mirror
Because I hated looking at the things you used to tell me you loved.
