By Juno “Junko” Toraiwa
To be fair,
I don’t want to write this poem
As soon as it’s captured into a word
Instantly,
the meaning is lost
polaroid snapped
water colours smudging
your voice down the corridor
You don’t know
how much it could really
tear me apart
It makes me so sad
Always
It’s tinted with a soft death
So I end this poem
right here
Before it reaches
to the end
