I read a poem by a poet that said.
I read a poem by a poet that said
he heated up the handles of a pair of scissors
and watched while someone picked them up.
excuse.
he was in love and this was a clumsy attempt,
in the way adolescent boys have, of getting
her way to notice him..
I bet every time she see the scars
standing out white upon her thumb and finger
she remembers him and not in a good way.
and I'll guarantee she will still be very bothered****
read poet
I Am Very Bothered - Poem by Simon Armitage
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem