I feel pretentious when I make titles for sad poems, and I even hate that I write poems

I wish I could
snap
my fingers, and turn
my heart toward the sun.

I am not
a victim.

I am not a
victim.

I am not a victim.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s