bleed
a poem i wrote two years ago– it was the first poem i ever shared/read publicly
“your heart is bleeding” they tell me
of course it is, what else do you expect?
“don’t wear your heart on your sleeve” he used to always say to me
“your heart is bleeding” they tell me
of course it is, what else do you expect?
“don’t wear your heart on your sleeve” he used to always say to me