"For Kim" - an old poem of mine
This is a poem I wrote when I was like 16 or 17. It was about a girl named Kim Quick. She and I were into each other and I gave her a quick kiss before she went on a trip. When she got back, though, nothing happened between us. We would later get back in contact and she would be into me and then I'd be into her, but it never lined up. Regardless, this is actually one of my favorite poems that I've ever written. I never gave it a title, so perhaps I'll just call it "For Kim"
Blood splattered on broken wind-shield,
Nursing a wound that cannot be healed,
Dead on the inside,
Alive on the out,
Whispering things that I'm wanting to shout,
Leaving my life for a front-row seat at death,
Smiling because you're as addictive as meth,
Outdone in all things by those I despise,
Realizing that you have the most wonderful eyes,
Trying hard to think of a purpose,
I just noticed that they're staring at us,
Wanting one more good bye kiss,
Thinking of how ignorance really is bliss,
Hating the thought of being away,
Counting down each and every day,
Hoping you know that this is for you,
May all of your wishes and dreams come true
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