heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Sunflowers Are My Favorite
We’re driving down the road just me and you like we always do. Did. You keep looking at me but don’t ever say a word. We pass the little gas station in Hamburg with yellow pumps all rusted and the most expensive gas in the whole state. You’re the one driving but you keep staring at me. I’m holding the tool of chaos, an instrument of death, one that defeated my soul. I’ve never been diabetic. It’s just what I said at Rite Aid to get the necessary evil from behind the pharmacy desk.
By Jessica Neutz3 years ago in Poets
