(disconnected words, poetry trash)
the smell of dirt reminds me of when i fell for you
with a scraped up knee i was hurt already
x
the sight of the window reminds of when i jumped
and how i soon landed with a broken heart
x
the sound of rain reminds me of my tears
and all these wasted years
i've wasted on you
x
the taste of your lips reminds me
that this could be the last time
x
the smell of death reminds me of a run
where my body tried to outrace my mind
x
the feeling of your body brushing against mine
reminds of something i can never have
x
the smell of dirt reminds me of earthworms
their pink body and squiggly movements
we sinister people cut them in half
believing we created life like god
x
These small poems are not connected to each other.
They do not necessarily reflect my actual emotions or actions.
