Poems from Evi
Procrastinate
Man, your ass is late again?
Not passionate about anything but being mad at him,
Up till he passed on. Your dads gone…
That...
Angel’s love was imperfect… but oh! The drug was so worth it.
So good in fact, we had to fall apart.
Still, our shards of glass would try ...
A mirror reflection of the inside
Is what you left with when the skin dies.
I’m not obsessed with death. I live life
With the best intent....
The force that pulls me away
Can never break the chain that binds us
Forcedto bring forth
What was left behind us.
The sun rose in our eyes...
Depression… I’m nauseous.
Obsession… Over cautious.
Learned my lesson… I’ve got this.
Left with less and got the obvious.
A fracture… it’s...