she points down the alley way
she'd emerged from,
"i live in the building
down there
and to the left."
he nods, squishing
the butt of his cigarette
into the ground.
"i should be
going back now.
if you ever need
to lose your mind again,
i live in 219
so feel free
to come find it there
as opposed to waking
the entire street."
YOU ARE READING
bits&pieces
Poetrybut darling, there are thousands who would kill to be you, despite your bits and pieces ○○○ And here I am, back at it again with the turning faults and flaws into tragic beauties- or so they say. Please let me know what you think! ~lowercase intend...
