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Swisher Sweets
The taste of ashes
The smell of swisher sweets
A closet drug addict
A heart that barely beats
Seziures
and blood
A child that doesn't understand
Insolence bloomed
And I asked you,
How could you call yourself
a man?
I am so in love with your
I am so in love with your poetry. Absolutely captivating and hauntingly sad.
Thank you
That means so much to me. This is one of the poems I've shed a few tears for and ripped up a couple of times. I find poetry sometimes makes me embrace my most painful memories. Every poem I read of yours speaks to me as very heartbroken and dismal, in a beautiful way.
Let your teeth show
I can tell that you worked
I can tell that you worked hard on this and that it was painful for you. I can definitely relate. Poetry is kind of like the diary for the deepest darkest part of me. It's painful but relieving at the smae time.