Poems from Robynrobynrobyn
We are a windshield.
Cracking
Breaking...
I am a fucking leaf.
I flutter helplessly in the storm, trying to fight the rain.
I will forever be that fucking leaf.
A flower is a symbol of beauty. But nobody looks at the wilted, rotting flowers. Nobody thinks they’re beautiful.
In fact, we destroy...
I stop. A deer, dark and wise, stares at me with scared bright eyes. It’s a windy night, quite a fright, but the deer stares right at my...
Maybe it should scare me that I just don’t care anymore.
Maybe it should scare me that the wear-and-tear of life doesn’t scare me anymore...