mmae_ee

I’m sorry that I wasn’t the rings to your Saturn,

because Saturn had cracked into two;

I’m sorry that I slipped salt into your sugar,

yet your sugar was bitter, I cried too.

I’m sorry that you never learned to care,

Being a poet 

I think to be a poet means

To be one to bleed out 

On lined paper 

And express the hurt 

you must feel.

i love braindumping :3