Im Not Her Poem by Brianna Kimball
Im Not Her
My wrists are like a canvas
white and rough
ready for the paint
to cut itself up
waiting for the needle
to carve in the words
'sorry baby im sorry but
im just not her'
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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