lying in my sloppy tears mixed with loathing
i am messed up because of you.
your eyes and your hair
drive me to the edge.
you make me feel alive again.
yet somehow i am still waiting for you
because there is nothing you want more
than her.
YOU ARE READING
stars • poetry
Poetry{stars} "she was carried to land from the stars up above where heavenly angels learn about love and although she was grateful her wings began growing a dark faded color that was in its last brewing she had turned on the good and made peace with the...
