he took the words right out of my mouth, and crumpled them in his fist. my skin was red and burned with embarrassment. embarrassment that i let myself fall again, to the point where his footsteps became my path, his leftovers my full course meal. when one day, he will leave me with nothing but an empty plate and a blank heart.
YOU ARE READING
;honeycomb 🍯 (a poem book)
Poetrythe poems that i'm too scared to show to the boy i love
