bohemianpoets

I woke up last night and decided to write a poem about me Preface: Look, I’ll keep this short because I’m uncomfortable talking about myself and frankly, I’m not that interesting. Chapter One: I bought a braile book and tore loose all the pages. One of my eyes is pale and the other is brown (heterochromia, nobody knows) In high school learned sign language so I could talk to a girl with no friends. She signed back and told me she thought of killing herself the night before and that she liked my hair, my eyes. When she left I cried. Chapter Two: I’m just a no named slob wants to write books on “how to be