• my_cup_of_poetry 68w

    When you start bleeding
    poetries at 2 a.m without
    your mother offering you
    a sanitary napkin to hide
    the stains ,
    paint your lips in red and
    stretch them a little more
    than usual.
    Nine out of ten times she
    will not notice the damage!

    When you start sailing
    poems in the ocean of
    melancholy and you know
    your father is a harbour
    devoid of poetry,
    sink deep , die slowly and
    accept that you will never
    make it to his eyes!

    ©my_cup_of_poetry