Poetry · Writing

pocket explosion

chances are

i will blow it

i carry grenades and landmines in my pockets

set to detonate

whenever the fuck i feel like it

usually random

i can remove them

but they find their way back

buy you have been here

through all my pocket explosions

minor house fires

and inability to watch a movie without being a critic

you are here

i will not spoil the ending

but i am going to keep the girl

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