Feels like I'm ruining everything around me.
True friends? Ain't got many.
The dreams, bittersweet reminders
that might as well foreshadow
an unlucky fate; a two-timer,
or the permanent disease ridding me of marrow,
for that's the pain
that's recurring
and all in my name,
with nothing but reticence and grasps stirring.
She aligns herself
to which you're an invalid and no more
but an abandoned item atop my shelf,
in a floating puddle of memories and I'm sore
at this point;
just one look and you'd hop this joint
for her bespectacled Snow White,
an analytic being practically blood,
and it'll be no different than a look in my own eyes
and pondering how my visage became the mud.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoesiaWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
