unknowingly, yet unmistakably-
i have based my book off of you.
i paint you in pretty words that i
think mean something to people,
i converge my hands together and
create a makeshift love,
made of sticks and glue and glitter and
blood and tears and agony.
and i have yet to make my life public,
i have yet to release my emotions to you.
unknowingly, mistakenly-
i become the bad poet.
[r.k.]
YOU ARE READING
head mess | poetry
Poetryin which i believe i fall into, through, and out of love. dedicated to the butterfly who trapped me before i could trap it. [volume i] [poetry and prose] [2016-2017]
