White Sweater

Hi Bloomers,

I have been attempting to write something everyday. Writing my feelings, poems, working on my memoir.. at least a few sentences everyday. If you don’t stay consistent, you’ll start to feel like your hobby is a chore. I learned that the hard way, so i’m giving myself creative freedom. Here is a poem I wrote, called White Sweater.

I also made an instagram page dedicated for my writing and muse, please follow me here. Thank you for the support 🙂

White Sweater 

Picking up the broken pieces

of the bottle you threw 

full of anger and disappointment.

Consumed with my sorrow

I became distracted

I prick my finger

by accident 

causing blood to puddle

on top of my pale skin. 

I let it stream down 

to my wrist 

staining my white sweater

you bought me last winter.

I stare at my sleeve

turn to faint pink.

Oh how the color white

can stain so quickly

I ask myself

what do we gain 

from all the pain

that spreads through 

our love

like the blood 

seeping through 

my white sweater

you bought me 

last winter.