i used to write
but carving stanzas in my skin feels better now
i can’t form the thoughts
or get the words out
so i let the blood spill instead
each drop is a rhyme my brain can’t find
i was never meant to last a long time
i wear pants all year round
i keep it to myself because
these kinds of poems feel so good it hurts
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 1:40 PM UTC
i used to write
but carving stanzas in my skin feels better now
i can’t form the thoughts
or get the words out
so i let the blood spill instead
each drop is a rhyme my brain can’t find
i was never meant to last a long time
i wear pants all year round
i keep it to myself because
these kinds of poems feel so good it hurts
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