Red Scars: A Poetic Confrontation of Boundaries
The power that I gave to you over me was never rightHow can I say I am a victim when I let it happenWhen I smiled and comforted you afterWhen I should’ve been yelling and running away from you I…
The power that I gave to you over me was never rightHow can I say I am a victim when I let it happenWhen I smiled and comforted you afterWhen I should’ve been yelling and running away from you I…
We are two cracked souls patiently counting the days until they shatter.It’s our subconscious pulling us close, stacking all our bombs together in hopes of creating a greater explosion.The kind where shards of us continue to falllong after we are…