Mar 2020
She struck a match and
lit the poet’s fire in me,
then left me to burn in
the flames of my loneliness
Now, I suffocate on the smoke,
and breathe it in like I write poetry
lit the poet’s fire in me,
then left me to burn in
the flames of my loneliness
Now, I suffocate on the smoke,
and breathe it in like I write poetry
