Day: Oct 15, 2022

I cross out the ending,

I make my amends.

Don’t call me a lover

And don’t call me a friend.

If the walls could talk,

They would drown me in whispers.

My legs are bruised,

Covered in blisters.

I spill the dark ink,

I override the feeling.

Don’t think about staying,

Don’t think about kneeling.

If the sky could heal,

It would rain flames on you.

Let’s end this story,

Let’s paint the light blue.

-Jackie