this is from ages ago but now i've decided to post it.
“why’d you only call me when you’re high?”
you whisper in my ear, a ghost of you
and i realize
it’s only at that time
when i have the courage
to do so
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryprev. 'free the poems' she writes angry words on her arms and wrists from bands that preached unrequited love and angst. and at night she wishes that the scars on her wrists were real. - - - image credit: death to the stock photo
