Would I regret saying "goodbye"
while tears still conceive in my eyes?
I'm torn between
your humble vices and your mirrored spirit
with mine,
torn between
my never having hoped for you
and your dramatically-reasoned cries;
you're a yin and yang
with an aftertaste of Novocain
once tickling my tongue with cotton candy.
"It's wild," as you say...
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat'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.
