my eyelash
falls onto the blank paper
which has thousands of words
in invisible ink
i'm not exactly sure how to explain myself
specifically in these moments
i'm not sure how to feel
when you leave me of read
or when you don't say "i love you" back
how could I feel normal
when things aren't right
when everything
is a jumbled mess
as is the words, on my blank paper
the rage runs through my body
but is stopped by the tears streaming down my face
and everything clashes
my body shakes from the inside
yet stays still on the outside
you can't see my pain
you can't understand my feelings
i wrote on my skin
in invisible ink
trying to communicate
how i think
YOU ARE READING
summertime galore | ✔
Poetrya collection of poems, focusing on the nostalgic time of summer, finding love, and embracing it.
