Poems from jo.beth
I cried for weeks.
Couldn't seem to find the energy,
didn't know how pain could become something,
until I used it as my bandaid
and beneath...
I used love as a compass
but it ended up using me
taking so much that I lost everything
my fingers still try to read palms
searching for...
underneath my spotted skin
my skeleton knows nothing of my appearance
knows nothing of what I think of it
is only the support beams and...