i sat there, my girl's hand in mine, and realised that the world set this wednesday and my brain on fire.
their watching eyes shriveled my pride and as she ran her hand along my face, i felt as useless as a flat tire.
she says i'm not useless though and she treats me as if i'm a rare african jewel.
my girl told me not to let anyone call me a diamond because they're useless even though many see them as cool.
on this fiery wednesday, i realise that she makes my days a little less flammable.
her touch extinguishes my anger and if i could, i'd overdose on her like i almost did with tramadol.
as this day comes to an end, i can say that i will never let the love i have for her go.
as my brain continues to burn, i praise this miércoles en fuego.
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drowned energy » poetry
Poetrythe story of the fluid insomniac •started ➡ april 28th, 2016 •ended ➡ april 28th, 2018 •highest ranking ➡ #320 in poetry
