It never used to stand out to me
Covered in a wall of smoke
I never payed it any mind
After all
I didn't connect with it
Things are different now
Triggered
Every time it's spoke
Every time its written down
It's like a stab to the back
Painful
Meaningful
Sadly,
It means quite a lot now
There's now a place for it
In my brain
YOU ARE READING
Russian Roulette ||poetry||
PoetryI'm feeling like this is just gonna be a shit post of poetry😅cause I need somewhere to store it all. The theme of this book is very inconsistent, so you know Russian Roulette...🤷
