The Poet

A Poem by Alexandra

My woman is not bound to your definitions

Twirling words with no trace of blame

Dissociating 8/24 hours in a day

Running my tongue like blades across your chest

Pushing you to the edge

I am alive

I am here

I am not yours

Compartment 114
Compartment 114

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Added on July 30, 2019
Last Updated on July 30, 2019

Just a twenty six years old waiting to blossom. more..

Dear Emi,

My Suicide

I Give Up