Poems from sussy

You would think its Quite appallingConsidering the number of times IHave attempted to recreate theWay you write your lettersIllegibleBut...
I am addicted to the trails of driedFlesh that are left Abandoned and the stench of Young blood stained on the Corner of your left eye ...
A shiver of seasons had crept on us And I found myself stringing together Wilted leaves off the front porchShriveled bones and blue lips ...
I am not a transcendentalist No matter how hard I try to appreciate The golden shifts of the autumn leavesOr the aggression of tides that...
The guilty fingerprints of wretchedness, itself Trails down the curvature of your spine  And I, for one, could not resist The curiosity of...