I put times spent with you
in boxes for storage and
packed them away in some
dingy dark corner in my mind
and for some reason I just can't
allow them to collect dust.
I take them out and unpack them
so often even though every single time
that I do, I'm left sitting here
alone
with blood all over my hands.
YOU ARE READING
A Strangely Wrapped Gift.
PoetryA Strangely wrapped gift is for the hopeless who need a friend for their late night talks. It's a book made with love. It's simply a documentation of struggles, and triumph, a celebration of daily life and living. The poetry living within pages tell...
