11:08pm, the 6th of July on a Monday
// i'm used to the voice of your voicemail more than yours: as i read your name as it appeared upon the screen of my phone, it reminded me of all the calls and call the messages that i had once sent that were never answered and i didn't want to put myself through that again and feel ever so alone. //
// user: she whimpered at the sound of her heart breaking in two, for she didn't know how much it would hurt when she was the girl you used //
// your mind is in mordor because i simply can't pass: tell me sweetheart where does your mind go, when i speak to you and you roll your eyes and you dream back to a time that i didn't know //
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...
