Poems from Sherlocksavedme
I can only describe her in phrases that don't make sense
in images
in times of night
or metaphors.
She isn't real and never will be...
I am a ration cabinet.
Every time you squeeze through my doors, under the loose chain, you take bits and pieces of me.
I cannot move. ...
one year on, one year on
Two arrows
glow fiery red across my wrist
An arrow points to my hand
which I have been told
is a gun.
An arrow...
one year on, one year on
Two arrows
glow fiery red across my wrist
An arrow points to my hand
which I have been told
is a gun.
An arrow...
How ironic
that fall was the only time
I didn't.
That time, that November,
was when I soared.
You held me close and the...