Welcome to my collection of poems, letters, and mental breakdowns.
A few moons is what it took for me to realize. For your glass skin makes me want to die. And I know it’s not the same for you. I know my paper like skin isn’t for you to write on. It probably will never be so. Someone else’s matches you. But, sadly, this is the first time I feel like I’m actually feeling. But it won’t last longer than a blinking eye. Like mornings take away stars, time will do so for us. And like so, I will continue to write and write about you.
i'm your girl we should hold hands until we die i need you so much, but it won't hurt i’ve hurt for others before and so scared i am of doing the same again but my heart still aches everytime you go to work and honestly, i am an awful person but i'm not that bad i'll be good to you when i met you, my heart popped out of my chest and i want you to remember that everytime i kiss you nobody else matters to me anymore i hope everybody notices