yesterday i found the shirt
i was wearing when i met you.
i've had it tucked away,
hidden below all of my clothes.
i told myself that
i never wanted to see it again.
except that's a lie,
because i was never strong enough
to throw it out.
i assure you now, i am, and the shirt
resides in the dumpster outside my house.
most of the shirt, that is.
YOU ARE READING
poetry to make you bleed
Poetryif you've seen these in tiktok, don't worry, i didn't steal these!! my tiktoks are @writemeaway @herewefellinluv and i post these on there and vice versa:))) poems that i've written over the past couple of months, they are everywhere: favorable, so...
