i hate you,
i think, as you try to shoot me to death.
standing above me with a gun in my face
you feel
rage like undissolved sugar in
warm milk -
and
there’s blood on the floor and
then there’s me
,
dying and almost dead,
but
you left my eyes open ,
and i know
you forgot the ****** weapon:
so i’m going to take it with me.
one day ,
i’m going to heal ,
and i’m going to remember —
you took my gun ,
took all my bullets
too .
and i still won’t ever shoot back.
im actually in japan right now! Having the time of my life *****!! Staying in a suburb of Tokyo with my previous host family doing mundane stuff... it’s great! This poem is inspired by what my friend said to me after I sent her a happy pic of me... basically told me I looked out of place and was wrong for enjoying myself. It made me feel terrible and like ****. Anyways long story but something happened and she left our group chat and I didn’t notice!! But now she joined again and won’t tell me why she left and I think it’s because she knows she ****** up. Some people’s punishments are just being themselves. Sorry for the long description. Happy summer everyone!!
