I remember how you asked for a favor
I made you your essay assignment on that night
I couldn't resist because you meant to me
Hearing you say 'thank you' was enough as a payment over a fucking money
YOU ARE READING
How A Poet Bleeds In Ink
PoetryA grieving poem full of rage, regret and affection dedicated to the person who unknowingly made my in-love-teenage world fall apart.
