12:57pm, the 8th of August 2015 on a Saturday
// clumsy: if you ever tell me once again that i should look where i walk, i'll remind you that carelessly breaking my heart was a much worse act than tripping over a weed sprouting crack in a suburban asthetic pavement. //
// erosion of a different kind: i was taught that rocks and stones were made up by millions of years of eroded minerals and then i began to challenge the statement that 'sticks and stones may break my bones but words may never hurt me' because all those rocks and stones were made up by millions of moments and words with you that carefully and selectively eroded my heart. //
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...
