talk to me.
Category: Poems

Now tell me boy, 

What harsh things have you seen 

To make your eyes sit deep like that?

You look at the world as though it's 

Personally wronged you.

As though it’s constantly reaching for 

Your throat. 

And you wont look at me. 

Cmon boy, look at me. 

I know how the wheels in your brain turn

Boundless. 

So why don’t you think to look at me?