Guess I'm contagious it'd be safest if you ran
Fuck that's what they all just end up doing in the end
I don't have an apartment
Thought if I was smart I'd make it far
But I'm still at the start
Take my car and paint it black
Take my arm, break it in half
Say something, do it soon
It's too quiet in this room
I need noise
I need the buzz of a sub
Need the crack of a whip
Need some blood in the cut
Met back up with the boy I love
Cried on the streets of San Francisco
I don't have an agenda
All I do is pretend to be ok so my friends can't see my heart in the blender
Lately, I've been killing all my time
Reading through your messages; my favourite way to die
Take my head and kick it in
Break some bread for all my sins
Do something and do it soon
It's too still in this room
I need movement
I need the gesture of hands
Need the swaying of hips
Need some blood in the cut
YOU ARE READING
Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
