i push what is broken
up and through festering
skin and therefore
i scar beyond repair
but then again,
we already were
(both scarred
and irreparable, i mean)
there is no reason to love
a reflection that spits
in my face
and every reason
to be cold, burning, merciless, cruel.
i will forgive you
when you repent
YOU ARE READING
To Be Determined
PoetryBook 4 of seemingly endless poetry (or should I say possibilities?) Some poems are real life, some are not. Think before you assume.
