Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Clumsy Dead

I am a breeze,
Cold as the heart in my chest.
He poured a bucket
Of liquid nitrogen over it.

Don't touch me,
I don't want you to hurt me again.
I forgave him for so many clumsy mistakes.
What if it was intentional?

Who can I trust?
He might accidentally kill me.
i love him, so my forgiveness is endless.
He will be the death of me.
I love my death.



Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback