12:06am, the 2nd of July on a Thursday
// story: he was the main character in my favourite book. he took me away to somewhere in the deepest pit of my subconscious where as a child i would dream about peter pan and captain hook. //
// you're a drunk and you're a liar: i don't drink but i'll drink to you. you're finally out of my life and i'm no longer clouded by your untruths. //
// don't you mind, don't you mind?: refresh my mind with what i ever did to you and your mind, was it only a month ago that when i spoke your name and held your hand you didn't even mind? //
// shit: i never had it great from a young age, people spitting on my name and writing me as an emotional wreck in their every page. but i never expected you to listen, let alone go with it. so when i heard you speak those hurtful words i gave up on all of your shit //
// fame whore: trace the bones that hold my flesh, hold my heart out in public; sweetheart be my guest. let the world know that it can be found and tamed. go on do it-- i know you're only here for the fame. //
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...
