poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
loitering within the distance,I wonder if she watches me behind the bushes,seeing all that is my happiness and pain,wonder if she notices my scars, the tear in facesevery blue vein that plasters my body,webbing across my olive skin,slim figure, short hair, black brown hair,sharp nose, plump lips,I wonder what she see’s,nothing past the image,all outerwear, […]