"painand" poems
i dream
of
my hand pushed through your hair like a gasp of hot air- the chemical burns cradling your head upon impact-arms like a limp nylon belt to strangle out the painand your neckbrokenand twisted around the words you could never managetosay
-or even muster up the courage to believe
we collided
on the way to discover a new piece of beautiful
we collided.
you feel to your knees.
i swept you aside
and whimpered for
new religion
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 1:00 AM UTC