im forgetting how to be me;
is it the yellow curving
my spine behind every tear
we caught instead of felt?
i worry one day you wont
be listening to my heartbeat
anymore, that the ocean will
only dance in weights to sober
its feet; we want what we
never had -
(even though it hurts)
i still want you
++this one looks messy but who cares lol
YOU ARE READING
poems to you
Poetrya girl who writes to those who she cant find the courage to speak to
