i remember he said
i talked too much
as he drew me into the hot back classroom
and told me to take off my shirt
and i told him i didn't want to
and he said,
i already told you,
ripping my shirt off,
you talk too much
******** this was a really personal poem so, thanks for reading ********
YOU ARE READING
tell me how to be
PoetryNO.1 in #loveisdead **trigger warning** a disjointed poetry volume that spans through the topics of politics, self harm, rape, abuse, eating disorders, feminism so on and so forth.. scroll through the contents and there might be something that you...
