Re: The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot Poem by Brandon Nothing

You are the smell of chlorine
You are the blood in my veins
You are the bullet in my head
That makes me know now
That I must move on
To forget this day- to forget this
Is such a favour to ask, but it is
One that I ask
Of you
I ask for everything you do
Let me go and let me wander
To wherever the groves may lead
May I find the river before my thirst does!
For I shall never be quenched until you are gone
Beyond a haze of bullets and trust
I find my way to a new world
You are the smell before the rain
You are the blood in my veins
And I am the only one who bets
Every penny of my debts

This poem is a response to 'the boy who blocked his own shot' by Brand New (an alertnative rock band) .