Mar 2015
Keep on
stabbing my heart ‘til no part of
it is unbroken anymore.
I know
only then will you stop.
Or
do you plan on stabbing the same holes
twice?
stabbing my heart ‘til no part of
it is unbroken anymore.
I know
only then will you stop.
Or
do you plan on stabbing the same holes
twice?
Got this idea from stabbing a tissue paper with a fork or something. Usual distortion I'm ashamed it's not really even poetry anymore.
