I don't know how to tell you no.
How do I say please leave me alone.
When it rains it pours,
When it pours oh the dirt how it pours from my pores.
You don't run off easily.
I'm not comfortable with how comforted you are by my mess,
See only the best,
Get some rest,
It's not just a test,
But if I come undressed,
Well then, then we'll have the real reason you're here,
Why you have no fear over my tears,
You're so grateful to Ana for my body,
Thank the ghosts for my mindset,
Praise the girl who made me her doll for giving me this gaudy outlook on love.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the dark
PoezjaTrigger warning. To be polite. These are poems I've written. In all honesty not the good ones. Or maybe they are. But they're not my print published ones. I'm not that brave. :)
