Mar 2019
her friend had vanished with him. leaving us alone on the couch. cautiously I turned to the blue haired girl. leaning her head back towards me, I wondered what was on her mind. asking and in her response she smiled. "I'm not looking for love or anything, just something to write about". so stupidly I kissed her. and she
broke my nose
broke my nose
This poem is about being used by people who couldn't be honest. A story had floated around my school and people hadn't bothered to ask for her side of the story. Unfortunately she hadn't responded the way she had hoped and ended up losing a part of her
