UnPoetia:The Apathy that is your Face

Poetry for people who hate poetry

I was in love once.

The gastric acid that burned my skin,

was highly unpleasant.

But isn't that what love is?

Just a world filled with gastric acid slowly eating away at your skin,

making you wonder how in the world you can rid yourself of this corrosive prison.

But alas, I escaped that grasp we call love.

And found myself exiting, rather painfully...

Into a round, white container filled with water.

Adu, adu. Crapping is such sweet sorrow.