the city lights lining the city's streets hold stories like the words we thought of while surrounded by your white sheets,
and even though you're inside and i'm out here i can still hear both of our heartbeats
the sun hasn't completely gone down yet and the water still looks kind of blue,
and i know i've made mistakes but i'm ready to not need you
YOU ARE READING
why did i do that?
Poetryi don't ever know what i'm trying to say to anyone. but i would like to, and then i would like to say it. i would like to be able to figure things out, i just don't know how. but i'll keep trying. i'll get it this time.
