we can't keep doing this
trading metaphors
which mean different things
and yet we force to be
the same —
i dont read anymore
because i held that rose
and she pricked me with her thorn
so i dropped her
and now
we're dying
YOU ARE READING
secrets.
PoetryI am not happy. I don't know if I've ever been, or if I ever will be. Plenty of shit has happened to me, but plenty of shit has happened to everyone so I shouldn't feel special. I just wish I didn't have a normal person's life. I wish I didn't have...
