random poem # 402

its about my english teacher, who i hate for oppressing people, its complicated, dont ask (im writing as if im yelling at him in the middle of class)

I would punch my arm through your chest
and hold your heart till it stopped beating
if only it wouldnt cause you pain

 

Hmmmm, I won't ask- about that. You've got a wonderful contrast here set in three brave lines.

 

thats pretty powerful

 

Short and sweet I spose, but still good. Pretty Cool.