my chest hurts and it took me a while
to realize its because im drowning in all the
paper i have wasted trying to write to you.and my veins itch because ever since you
left i shoot up with the ink in the letters
that you send when you pity me.and while my skin turns black and my head goes
under;
i hope you are finally happy.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Word Vomit
Poesíasometimes the random things that come out of your mouth can be quite beautiful c. commicle 2016