May 2019
**** you and
Your sentimentality
With your binding looks
And eyes like pistols
I could
Tear out my fingers
And still you’d coolly
Wash over me
Like the salty tides.
-2019
Your sentimentality
With your binding looks
And eyes like pistols
I could
Tear out my fingers
And still you’d coolly
Wash over me
Like the salty tides.
-2019
Been busy for a few days. Posting this poem before I go to work. Hello!
