screaming, screaming, i'm screaming. this is not what i want; this was never -
i pulled the night from my chest and
you caught it. i spread my broken wings and you
flew with me. even though i promised i'd never
drop you; you still fell from my arms into
the open sky.
YOU ARE READING
motion. | completed
Poetrythis is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14
