OUCH!

OUCH!

What is this

I don't really know

man it hurts

and I'm starting to go

I think I'm going to die

the blood is like sap

and as I suddenly realize

I'm stuck in your trap

I think I'm gone now

I'm no longer here

to you I'm a memory

a thing in the air

and according to you

the air isn't there.

Well, actually, it's a poem I wrote when I was 13, BEFORE FACEBOOK.

I don't recall it being about an ex as I was boyfriend-less from age 11-18, and my main teenage dramatic angst reference points were musical theatre, Alanis Morisette and Avril Lavigne. 

Still, I stand by it. 

The poem, I mean, so am sharing it with you. 

Jj