Abhorring August Poem by Orlando Vutete

Memories do nothing but spiral
They are just a glorious carcass
Scaring the artistry inside of me
so I blot the canvas
Painting panoramic pictures
peppered with optimism
That maybe you could hydroplane that decision
That August day still harangues my affection
I guess the anatomy of love
has affliction as a soul sent from above
The words still enslave my conscious
; We won't be dating when school opens
Nothing is a poet without verses, I believe
but this time I wear my heart on my sleeve
I hate the day in August and still love the beauty in you