PO (1988 / St John's, NL)

It Hurts, And Maybe It's No One's Fault

I push my face up hard to the window
I guess I made you cry
Again.

I crawl back in the cupboard,
Where it is too dark to see all of the bullshit,
But darkness doesn’t silence sobs
Or hide the tears.

Crumpled sketches get flung out the window,
Let my eyes follow them to the ground,
Lead and gravity making them sink faster.

I know
All there is left to say now is 'sorry',
Or maybe ‘go’

by Patrick O'Reilly

Comments (1)

i really like this. your so good with writing. i hope u know that.