Poems from B Murphy
I am a strange human being. I am an aspiring tattoo artist, poet, author, and friend. I procrastinate.
I cannot hear bicycle wheels turning.
I cannot hear gravel bounce off of concrete.
I cannot hear typewriters or good, old-fashioned quill...
You were terrible.
I can still feel your fingers at my throat and your words like saw blades on my heart.
I can feel my distrust for you. I...
When I talk to you..
Yes, I get butterflies.
But they're not the happy, fluttery, lovey butterflies that people get...
They're more of the...
You sir,
are a man who wakes every morning
to look in the mirror
and pick apart
every detail of your mind
and body
and say that you are...
Your eyes are distant oceans in which my heart and mind are lost. Your purity lies within them, holding me captive. Your smile lights my...