December 2010
9 posts
so yesterday.
I kicked, and I screamed.
I couldn’t feel anything, and a knot tied on my tonsil.
The oxygen felt low, and my heart beat hard enough to hurt.
You were polite, endearing and anything but understanding.
She was lovely, warmhearted and anything but yours.
I was perfect, willing, and anything but yours.
I sat in darkness that could blind, and blamed her for everything you couldn’t...