another terrible poem because i honestly suck at this shit

by whitehorse.

i was yelling at you
maybe for the first time
but maybe not

i try to forget those moments
when i hate you

but they come upon me like shadows

like barcodes

because when you look at it
you have no idea what those lines mean

its a clean slate to create any sort of feeling from

but maybe not.


i have this problem with alone time.
it starts when i get home
and it hollows out my chest

until im practically nothing
and i know that i love you

there is no doubt about that,

its the other parts of my day
that keep me guessing