Poetry Scrawled on a Wall Pt 3

cinnamon gum burns but it beats the bad taste in my mouth

barely breathing like a

flower pressed in a 1974 yearbook

coat tails caught in a car door

heard shit talk shit you're shit

stepped on a crack and broke up the family

divisive

i tell people i hate that i will probably marry them

white porcelain reminds me of hospitals 

astringent antiseptic reminds me of death

people come here to cry

he loves me

he loves me not

he said he loved her

guess so

social media has made me feel alone

no one calls unless there's a death

this girl is everything i want to be

so she's a bitch