can hardly open
anymore
a long day
long hours
spent
thinking of you
your soft skin
against my cheek
your smell fills my senses
even though...
you're not here
can i clutch tight
to these small tokens
things left
forgotten
in my room
hold them
feeling their
you-ness
nothing like
your soft skin
against my cheek
it is a stale scent
although welcome
plenty.
-
he said, "can i be completely honest?" my stomach jumped, preparing. "yeah." i responded. "of course." "i...
-
i don't want to love him anymore. fuck. i want to be done. i want to be free of this. i don't want to care that he's with someon...
-
of talking to people about my struggles. i just want to make decisions and figure shit out. i don't want to talk about drama anymore. at...
No comments:
Post a Comment