I wanna
forget you, and
boy would I regret you
must you've been blood
instead of the knife
that drew my own
so very low
that it killed the Earth
as slow
as my mentality
behind your fucked-up grimace.
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.
Knife
I wanna
forget you, and
boy would I regret you
must you've been blood
instead of the knife
that drew my own
so very low
that it killed the Earth
as slow
as my mentality
behind your fucked-up grimace.
