I cut you out of all
My pictures, hoping to
Erase every reminder
But I still think about you
When i close my eyes
Etched behind my
Eyelids in the summer
Sun and smell your
Perfume no matter how
Many times I wash the
Sheets.
-a.w
YOU ARE READING
Onism
PoetryOnism: the frustration of being stuck in one body that inhabits only one place at a time PS IF YOU COPY ANY OF MY WORK I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN! I hope you enjoy reading my awful little pieces of literature!
