11:23am, the 12th of June on a Friday.
// dry: my mind is dried just like the sky in which the rain has yet to fall.
you soul is weak just like the week in which i decided i decided to give you my all. //
// 26: i spent all this time worrying about you, anxiously scrambling 26 letters into fragments of words and sentences only to find out that you cared so little about me. //
// extra pickles: it's like i made a special request just like i ask for extra cucumber or no tomato. it's like i had shouted into the void that i wanted none of you. //
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...
