Poems from ironicallyaverageguy
It's when I'm here but not here
That it soothingly jabs
At the pit in my stomach,
Beckoning with a quaint, degrading tone:
“Come closer...
Candid q(uiet).
The room is coated in goss(iping li)ps,
but between you an(d I is w)armth,
an (indescr)ibable thread from the
red scarf wr...
“There's nothing wrong with us,”
They'll claim, teeth fake, shimmering,
Running their blistered
Skin across blades of grass
In their...