Poems from kpotter
you, who at first made me feel different,
and yet at once very much the same:
my heart leapt, and my stomach twisted
around every syllable...
every night i go to bed with hate in my head,
and yet every morning, as i get out of bed,
the hate is still there; i still hate myself.
i...
i think the world is ending, or maybe that’s just me.
maybe it’s wishful thinking and not a prophecy.
maybe i am mixing up the dreaming...
i am made of ice, my smile permafrost,
and my cold and beat-less heart makes no sound.
i am steady, and my morals never get me lost.
my...
when you ask me what i’m thinking and i outright refuse,
my mind is full of things i could never ask from you:
stop me from stealing,...