Poems from itsmariason

The last of our time Together was spent Playing a game Of Russian roulette Placing the round Inside of the chamber The cylinder spinning...
I don't miss the color of your eyes;but the way they looked at me as if I were all that mattered.I don't miss the shape of your lips;but...
Like children playing At the neighborhood park On a Sunday afternoon We cling for dear life To this whirling carousel We call “Planet...
You shut off the gravity beneath my skin so that the blood and bones and organs inside of me are suspended. They bounce off of the walls...
I used to think it was beautiful To sacrifice yourself For someone you love Until someone I loved Sacrificed himself For me