successfully poor

[sallekhana]

i had never ran that fast in my life.
she was chasing me with
some sort of pan
and throwing
my shoes
at me.

we watched the birds from
her 3rd floor apartment
the whole day.
they looked
like planes
about to
drop an
A-bomb.

she was 31 and i was only 18.
i had given her some "e"
that i had stolen
cause she said
she needed
to party.

the next thing we knew all
the "e" was gone and
so was our clothes.

**** you.

thats the last words
i ever said to her.

the bombs never dropped,
the leafs turned brown
and the snow came
in. i left the door
open on my
way out
so she
could
feel
it.

so she could
feel the cold
on her ass.

 

[SophiaGrace]

I liked how you formed the poem...except for the end. I think you could delete that and the poem would be much better off for it.

Well formed! You're getting better.