“what is it like to love someone till every single breath is just an reminder how you have to get through another day alone” – i stare at the sticky note beside my bedstand/deafening silence creeps up my spine/ yet i find a home somewhere in between/ somewhere far amidst the first ray of sun a lone bird sighs/ i tell myself that i don’t need you
Here we lay on our beds, Our hair is messy buns, Legs raised in the air, Chewing the end of pens, Writing aesthetic poetry of all sorts, On the moon, stars, flowers, people, and life. Poems after poems fill pages, Each poem standing representative of a story, Stories bleed into pages, Through the ink of […]