7: 30 Poem by Ruzica Vucica

Who has given more
I wonder as i see you walk away
Leaving me and
THAT Memory

Which was mine to
Begin with, you took the reel
And say you did it to hel(l) p?
Who I wonder

Discovered that the path to hell's paved
With good intentions?
I've never even seen u do as little
Lift a single tile

Yet I'm here/there/where
How could I let you
Try to explain why a knife in the back is
Better than the one in the heart

Now I've got both and I can
Write with both hands 
and you, you sweet child of mine
can't read but

You call yourself an architect
But you live in ruins
Held up by people you say
You care for

Me? I saw you lock the door
Yelling i Made you throw
Away the key, but I kicked that
Window open shut

Up, there's draft in my home
It's not good for your
Kidneys with that knife sticking
Out, don't let me

Ever see you put your dirt
Y hand on my snow white
(c) old eyes that just stare at
Ugly til it turns familiar