Poems from Live_evil
You've only hit me once
Across the face with an open palm
It wasn’t that bad,
What hurt worse was the betrayal
You had never hit me before...
I sat down to write about moving on
Becoming me.
But who is me when there is only You
It doesn't feel as if I'm going
The walls are still...
There was a class
And in that class a girl who loved dresses
Who was pretending with all her might to forget and to remember
Christmas,...
I used to resent you
You had everything I thought I had
only to have it ripped away
I used to imagine being you
in a happy family who...
A man sits on the corner,
Cardboard in his hands,
Bright colors on the bricks,
To his right,
To his left,
A woman stands in...