12:50pm, the 9th of June on a Tuesday
// beautiful: my hair would be frazzled, mascara covering my upper eyelid and below my eyes, dried saliva and lipstick from last night still smeared around my mouth but you would still recall me as beautiful because i was the one that occupied the other side of the bed with you in the morning when others had left before the sun rose. //
YOU ARE READING
if i don't say this i'll explode // a book of poetry
Poetrya book of poetry // because if i don't say this i'll explode, there's too much white noise in my head that needs to be transferred to the blank spaces in the sky and the unfulfilled breaths of the air we breathe. 20 year old girl from Melbourn...
