Accidents tend to happen.
Sometimes without our knowing.
I know it's a sin,
But it's the symptom I keep showing.
Are all of our memories nothing?
Do you want me gone?
Is there something you're fussing?
I stay up thinking about it until dawn.
Are you just done with me?
Was I too dependent?
Is there something I don't see?
I miss you when you're absent.
Please tell me what's wrong.
I'm not as strong.
YOU ARE READING
Invisible Papercuts
PoetryA small book of poems. Some can be very triggering. I write mostly free verse. If you don't like it, don't read it. All of these are fueled from conversations I've had or things I've felt. In Honor of my Uncle.
