National Poetry Month

Heart, river, shiver, cold, masticate, wicked. Laying by the river Staring at my reflexion so I don’t cry My heart is shivering mid July Why would I wait for an apology Maybe I should move on shouldn’t I I still wear your jacket that you gave me In the cold weather, I didn’t get to say goodbye. But I forgive you, at least now you are happy. Oh boy fly high When I look at the sky I see you in the clouds Rest in peace, I might join you soon. I can’t lie. Those wicked acts won over you. “Only if things would of been different” as I sigh I will try to masticate all of this It's getting dark, so I pull up a cigarette. I walk away as I try to fry.