you switched off our lights
but i had a candle
our candle-lit dinner
was just around you
I was trying to make you see
that this was not just poetry
the words i wrote in your books
are buried in my heart
and i don't know if it's patience
that made you impatient
or the longing for something cooler
girl i know i seem ancient
You saw my caveman ways
and stabbed me in the back......
I can't even bleed.
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High Off These Thoughts
PuisiI overthink a lot. I think at some point in life, we all do. This work tells you about deep thoughts and happenings that continue to exist daily, all told in the first person narative. These poems are written in freeverse, and are designed to make t...
