Make it count
Learn more about other poetry terms
when the cracks in my palms wanted toleak secrets like loose faucets, i resistedstitching them back together with peoplewho did not deserve me.i pressed my hands against a mirror, told
Palms sweating clock ticking,Thinking to myself in my head am I just another hopeless victimThoughts flashing in my head of becoming another statistic
I feel like I'm ahead of my time, like I'm ahead lets rewind,I feel like I've never felt feel like I'm ahead of my primeI feel like my feelings feel like they maybe feel intertwined
I have found triumphs over obstacles come with a few bruises, and it seems a little heartbreak.
