dear oliver,
i’m so sorry.
i’m sorry for
being selfish,
stupid, not even
stopping one
second to think,
“what’s happening
to him?”
all i cared about
was, that stupid
size zero dress.
the thigh gaps.
the weight.
the looks.
when i should
have cared
for you.
quinn
YOU ARE READING
zero
PoetryQuinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is...
