my heart is a war zone.
bullets of pain shoot through
me. my hand lands on my chest
as i close my eyes, trying to
endure the pain that never ends.
my brain is a war zone. and i
can't think because it hurts to.
all i can do is turn you into poetry,
and piece you together with my
imagination.
my thumb is a war zone. it bleeds
to splatter words of guilt and
confusion on the floor around
me. words that only i can see,
words that are invisible to
everyone else.
YOU ARE READING
a book of poems
Poetryall i write about is unrequited love, pain and tears. oh, don't i love myself so much? [#3 in poetry -- 31/12/17] [ #118 in poetry -- 03/10/15 ] [30/8/15 -- 2/10/16]
