Sunday, April 10, 2016

[a deep poem I wrote like two years ago and suddenly found in my journal]

The patches on my jeans
Will go down in history
As what laced me together
When you were not around

Words printed on my shirt
Remain the place I find my worth
Cuz when you aren't there
It's all I wear
When I sleep

Tell me I'm wrong 
When I say you're all I need
Cuz my stomach tells me
I am supposed to leave

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