"chcoolate" poems
the day after
ignorance is bliss,
i whispered bitterly.
bitterness from excessive dark chcoolate i had
eaten or from within my heart, i cannot tell.
why,
he questioned.
was he just so ignorant, or did he want to force
the words he wants to hear out of my guts
to feed his ego? i genuinely cannot tell.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 1:06 AM UTC