I will drink until my liver hurts and watch the skin melt off my hands
I will stare at the moon and refuse to cry
Feel the warmth of the blood from my heart pour down my chest
Concentrate, concentrate
Pay great focus to the sound of your heart beating to replace the longingness to hear his
Don't think about how he used to hold you
Or kiss you
Or yell at you or make you cry or sob to you in sorrow begging for pity
Don't think!
Read a book backwards and unscramble the plot
Or hang up your curtains just to watch them burn
Give your soul away so that he can crush it
Be so bitter that it leaves a bad taste in other people's mouth
YOU ARE READING
please don't tell my mom I stole her car in 2015 to drive to Chicago at 4 a.m.
Puisi"we don't read and write poetry because it's cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race."
