1:40pm, the 1st of July on a Wednesday
// you still have sleep in your eyes: he caught me in between the state of sleep and awake, he riddled my dreams with his obscenities and erased everything i had achieved towards a clean slate //
// falling: it wasn't until i let you go that i found that even highest perceived mountains had only a three meter drop. //
// still: i've got your favourite sweater on, the scent of you absorbs into my aching skin. i played your favourite song, the sound of your laughter still fills the rooms that i'm in. //
// be kind, rewind: i play you like my favourite movie but since i know exactly where all the best parts are, i tend to skip over the nasty bullshit that comes along with it and pretend like it never happened. //
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...
