The mess that you've made,
you've invited me to stay
in it, especially
with my own kinds of flaws,
and now I can't even breathe in the bullshit
without the urge to claw
at all of this.
The walls look back
and, eventually,
you'll come to hate me,
because of a build-up of all
the small things I did
where I never really 'showed up'
in our interactions.
I'm sorry I'm broken,
I'm sorry I'm stupid,
I'm sorry I don't
share the same kind of humor you do
even though we both know
there's a compromise somewhere
in the meadow
of broken dreams
that you and me
have seeded the seeds
inside of.
Gardens can burn.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
the Dawning of Rage (poetry)
Thơ CaThis is a book of enraged poems. Don't say I didn't warn you! The purpose of this book, essentially, serves as a therapeutic outlet. This is NOT some manifesto, but a place of expression. Feelings of such loathing and hate, I don't believe, should b...
