Beer cans and dip all over the room, you need a broom.
A broom to wipe up the lies that you told when your lover looked you in the eyes.
I found your other lover in the cabinet, please don't make this a habit.
I'm scared your going to die, please don't tell me another lie.
I care for you, I will always be there for you.
Even when you push me away.
I'll be your cushion any day.
YOU ARE READING
The Waves
PoetryA collection of poems from life experiences and trauma. This book promotes awareness for mental illness and trauma. Just remember that your not alone. Never.
