He asked me, “Why?”
I answered, “Just because”.
I said it again,
I said, “Just because.”,
I stared,
and I glared,
until I opened my mouth,
finally I said,
“Because I can,
because I want to try,
because maybe it will go well,
that’s why.”
He looked at me,
and said,
“I like your because.”
YOU ARE READING
The World In My Words
PoetryThese are my stories, they are my words and my thoughts and my feelings. It takes time to turn tragedy into art. This is my corrupted world in words. This is a message from the breathless. Can you read between the lines?
