Sometimes when the wounds hurt good... like soo good that you feel like getting hurt often. It's exciting how it's hard to explain at the same time you want to share the feeling. This poem goes explaining how it hurts but so good it does.
Collection of shorter poems that sprouted in my mind at odd times.... (in between a boring lecture for instance)....
Time heals but the process is agonising. House of cards is the collection of words of agony...
Sarah (in her mind): "He's so hot" Jade: "Sarah! Are you okay?" Sarah: "Yeah... why? what's wrong with me?" Jade: "You are all red you know... your cheeks, your ears... I was worried " She realised she was blushing hard. Sarah (in mind): Oh shit! What do I say?? Sarah: "Ahh... hmm... t-the temperature... y-yeah...i...