Poems from zztm
You are an old book
Underappreciated often
Worn out
But I’ll take you off my shelf religiously
To run my fingers across dog-eared pages...
Baking cookies on cold mornings A mean word
Hot pans leave burn scars...
I am as a tree is to the seasons
Changing on a schedule
Dying every year
Reborn with the knowledge
That my happiness is fleeting
I am a...
Why do I see lights
Every time I close my eyes
Is it the sun
Coming to Burn me up
Is it a train approaching
Calling my name
Asking me to...
I’m happy my counselor is an incompetent piece of shit because it means she doesn’t, ask the real questions, tiptoes over my glass shards...