Every chemical put into a photograph
Crystallizes it forever
Trapping the memories in the storm it leaves in its wake
A chest of emotions
The sun exposes the photographs of you
Bleaching you out for it wants to forget you as much as I do
No amount of time can erase you from the stark paper that captured your last moments
It's tattered at the edges
Dirty and sizzled corners
I need more paper for the fire
And
Your picture is the only fuel
It works pretty well when you think about it
One by one
I tare up your words
Set them ablaze
Watch as my insecurities burn to crisp
I wish it actually worked like that
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...🤷
