Don't touch me

Rereading my old poetry is so cringy. Hello to anyone that followed me before that might still be active :) Missed writing, my heart needed it. Say hi in the comments if you are reading this! <3 Chloe

He's not the guy in the photo... 

yeah it happens all the time

you aren't what she needed but

the least you could do is try

cut it out on the table next to us

   because evil follows her wherever she goes. 

her friend had choice words 

and more disappointment for her to bear.

she had curly brown hair between her breasts

and I couldn't look away.

She was a good woman

with nothing good to say. she

sighs and cries

we're all going to die, so

"let in who you want to." 

Tied down to the end of the road

the guy in the photo would never die alone

blessed are the dead

no one's coming

Author's Note

just a reflection on seasonal love and dating that has resulted from tinder and social media. and some recent experiences

Reviews

[Zatoichi]

Hi Chloe, I'm glad you're writing again. You've always known how to set an intriguing scene, a's thís example demonstrates.