the reforged glass that breaks another
' it disgusts me.
you disgust me. '
these are the only
thoughts that are
in my head as i
console you.
i console you as
an endless stream of tears
leave your eyes.
i console you as you scream
that it's your fault.
caressing your head
until you shut your
now red tinted eyes.
it disgusts me
that you broke.
it disgusts me
that you apologize,
when it was me
it disgusts me
that i, who has been
in the same position as you,
am now the person who hurts.
you disgust me because
i see my weakest time in you.
and i hate it.
YOU ARE READING
Bees, Pollen, and What Comes From Them
Poésie- indefinite hiatus - [ part of the 'free your body' tag ] · second poetry collection · "Flowers don't worry about how they're going to bloom. They just open up and turn toward the light and that makes them beautiful." - Jim Carrey create...
