𝐇 𝐄 𝐑 & 𝐈
꧁ ꧂
and i wonder what she feels, truly feels.
she says she's fine, good, sad, could be better; but she never really knows.
is she just a floating body, feeling empty and waiting until the last breath or is she a human who just needs to find the outlet in the dark?
blinded by the hurt and loneliness that she can't see what i do: the joys of being happy and the thrill of life, the worthiness of waiting to get what you so desperately want and how the bad times make the good so much better.
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may 29 2020
YOU ARE READING
the archer ➸ poems/quotes
Poetry❛ cause all of my enemies started out friends ❜ ˖*°࿐ originals by me lmao they'll probably suck E.Q. 2020
