What am I supposed to do
when things get like this,
when I get like this?
What am I supposed to do
when my body shakes
and my lungs burn?
What am I supposed to do
when everything crashes
but only on the inside?
I'm not supposed to
feel this way
at this age
in these moments.
Then again,
I'm not supposed to
write like this either.
But here we are.
Doing things we aren't supposed to do.
YOU ARE READING
Butterfly Kisses and Other Miracles
PoetryPoetry about a girl and her thoughts. Poetry about unsaid yet so sorely felt emotion. Poetry. Be gentle. You're holding my heart.
