you are like a bee who
steals the pollen from my heart
and never comes back to make
my blooming rose grow
and instead makes it wither
and reek of sadness
yet i allow you to hurt me
YOU ARE READING
poison; an entry of thoughts
Poetryi have a situation. whereas a boy i threw my heart at tossed it back to me, and has haunted me since. i constantly have thoughts of this boy- a serpent who slithers his way into my mind. here are my thoughts, my anger, my pain, written as art.
