dont worry
one day
as she tries
to catch her
final breath
she will see
with her final
glance, of all
the things she
has done and
realize how
much of a
useless piece
of waste she
was. she will
see her yelling
at you for the
most unreasonable
things no child
should have to
go through.
she will hear
her moans
as she used
her way to
get to the top,
just one guy
to the next. she
will smell the burnt
toast late at night
you secretly tried to
make because
she would never
feed you in the day.
she will feel like you
felt for all these years,
dead.
YOU ARE READING
lowercase • poetry
Poetrya collection of poems i made throughout my teenage years and every moment i felt with the boy i thought i once gave my heart to. • • • • previously known as blurry eyes
