"polutes" poems
i claimed to love you, but
i fought you off when you
came for me; *when
you came to make me like
you.*
*[it wasn't good
enough.]*
now i am exactly like
you are, *(your blood polutes
mine)* and it makes
me feel sick.
i wish i could say the same
for the blood on
my tongue.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC