Apr 2015
you used to write the words that would take
my breath away and they
are engraved in my skin with a kind of ink that
keeps me alive and you used to call me a ghost because
of my pale skin and you would write metaphors
just on that alone
you still do actually, but now that you write about her
i find that your poems half as good
my breath away and they
are engraved in my skin with a kind of ink that
keeps me alive and you used to call me a ghost because
of my pale skin and you would write metaphors
just on that alone
you still do actually, but now that you write about her
i find that your poems half as good
this isn't even a poem more like a rant and it's not even an honest rant it's more like based on a book and what makes this even more ridiculous is that i'm being biased so yeah
