Shrapnel coated kisses,
Next to cigarette burns.
I can't find the lesson,
That I was supposed to learn.
Was I supposed to duck,
When they blew through the roof.
Did you expect me to scream,
"They're coming for you!"
You wouldn't do for me,
What I would do for you.
To cover my six was never
A job that you would do.
I'll focus on me.
You focus on you.
Don't ask me for a single thing,
I won't give it to you.
YOU ARE READING
Handle with Care
PoetryA compilation of poetry that describes love, loss and hardship.
