love is a forest fire.
feelings we disect,
fail to digest.
we're both so depressed.
emotions repressed;
show reason less.
we scream and we shout;
dont know what about.
I saved this for us.
you stressed me out.
heat fills my lungs,
wear smoke as my shroud.
hiding my feelings,
my head in the ground.
r
This poem is about:
Me