another poem about teeth and how you screwed me over.


when our faces were close and our mouths still
your broken tooth always reminded me that I was
and now I hear you are getting your front-right-
tooth filled in because
the chip is getting to be too much for you to handle
you're 'so tired' of explaining how it got there.

what does that make me?




I really, really like this. It isn't like a lot of poems you usually read. It's different. I think it works really well, and tells a story. Nicely done. 

Prologue of the Sky

That was amazing. My favorite part is the last line. It just tied it all for me. Hook, line, and sinker. Keep it up!

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