Poems from ParkingLotPoet
It starts with remembering the truth
It continues with guilt as I look for the pin
I prick my fingers as I truly decide
Then I lose the...
When does pattern
Become habit
Become addiction
I was burned by a candle
So I blew it out and tucked it away
I would walk past the cabinet a lot
Sometimes look at it sometimes
I didn’t...
I save the songs you like on a playlist so that I may better understand you
I see the screen light up and I pray that it’s you
I extend my...
It hurts, but I like that it does
I can focus on the lines of broken skin and the piercing of the pin
I can focus on the snap of the band...