you touched me in ways no one else did.
the way you spoke,
the way you laughed,
the way you smirked when i called you an idiot.
it all touched me without even touching me.
but you told me you couldn't do it anymore.
that absolutely broke me.
or at least what was left.
YOU ARE READING
every little part of me «poetry»
诗歌each speckle that crosses her pale skin shows a constellation of stories
