Aug 2014
i push people
away.
but the few friends i try
holding on to
tend to slip
away
from my grasp.
the sensation still
r u n n i n g
through my fingertips.
people like you
leave paper cuts.
away.
but the few friends i try
holding on to
tend to slip
away
from my grasp.
the sensation still
r u n n i n g
through my fingertips.
people like you
leave paper cuts.
the third poem in a collection that unravels into a story. read it on my wattpad, the link is in my bio if you're interested.
