i thought this crap
feeling
doing
being crap
would stop
once and for alland yet
here i am
staring in front
of the mirror
as the lights inside
grow dimmeri grimaced
at the girl
in front of me
as tears start to fall
and for her
being pettyi turned the water
from the sink on
because her sobs
are getting louder
just as i realized
it's not getting any betterthe skies
in my mind
continued
to grow hazy
as i still wonder
its intricaciesi touched the mirror slowly
as the glass
begins to get foggy
the girl, however
smiled bitterly at me
telling to set it freebecause i suppose
i can turn things
into poetry
but i can't
make them
agree with me
YOU ARE READING
coffee stains
Poetrythe cracks on this cup still remains, its stains still unwashed.