7:41pm, the 15th of June on a Monday
// train station: it wouldn't matter if the scenery had blurred on the train four stops from the station we used to get off at together because i was already crying; my vision being blinded by tears. why? because we no longer get off together. //
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...
