Poems from sri114
She says she used to inhale summer
Used to trap heat waves in her eyes
(the way they used to shift between colors)
Used to adorn her wrists...
It’s about this time every year
That I find myself looking for my identity in hollow vases,
fists that have since lost their purpose and...
he wanted to be a real boy
less screws and plastic bits
less tiny brokenness
he wanted to be a real boy
more thick skin and hard angles...
let me be mistaken
like an incorrect answer key
accept me for my ego
but never accept my ego
write over it in pencil
turn my abcs into cabs...
You might call it an--
Abusive relationship
Wrong.
Dangerous.
Backwards.
Because she hits me and I hit back,
Because she gets higher and I...