you pulled me apart piece by piece, looking for the things you liked and criticizing the things you didn't. your fingers traced more core before jamming your fingers in and cracking me open (you were surprised when dead roses and not sunshine burst through). you had me agape, just like a book. but you didn't know what to do, you never read; I guess that's why you always questioned my poetry.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
you pulled me apart piece by piece, looking for the things you liked and criticizing the things you didn't. your fingers traced more core before jamming your fingers in and cracking me open (you were surprised when dead roses and not sunshine burst through). you had me agape, just like a book. but you didn't know what to do, you never read; I guess that's why you always questioned my poetry.