sorry about that
Red roses in a plastic vase, neither one from you;
I was just grateful you were kind that day.
I looked over my shoulder and grimaced, fearing I made eye contact with someone I used to know;
You give a wave and I barely glance,
Rushing past you and hiding until it's safe to come out.
I never used to be like this, you know?
It's a maddening existence, averting gazes and questions and human interaction;
I hope you all forgive me someday, although I fear I won't make the effort to make sure of it.
You skate across my mind with razor-sharp blades,
Making sure to leave your mark and dig it deep.
Carve me open like the Grand Canyon and view it with disgust instead of awe;
Nothing makes sense anymore.
(But did it ever make any sense?)
STAI LEGGENDO
your heart breaks forevermore
PoesiaA combination of both poetry and story-telling, I hope you all enjoy this collection as much as I enjoyed writing it. Poetry has always been an escape for me, whether it be based on something real or entirely fictional. I pray you all can escape int...