Poems from jamiebond
In my defense
(You have none)
I just needed someone to lean on
(For a while, then be done)
It’s not my fault you wanted more
(Told you I...
You need to know how this is all going to go down.
How the story ends.
Because I… well, I don’t.
I don’t have a clue
And it scares me to no...
I say,
“It’s like ‘Welcome to the real world,’ you know?”
And six heads nod in agreement.
“But what are you going to do?
Like weaving words...
you are poison
a shank in the ribs in the middle of the night
and you are so dangerous
more than playing with fire and part of me wonders...