Everyone Always Asks Me About You

Everyone always asks me about you, unknowingly opening up wounds; ‘It’s more than a poem.’ they say, as if I didn’t already know that; Unknowingly opening up wounds festering art refuses to heal; As if I didn’t already know that I’m consumed to a point I must create; Festering art refuses to heal; ’It’s more than a poem.’ they say, I’m consumed to a point I must create; Everyone always asks me about you.