the water in my paint jar
is musty.
the roses on my desk
are desiccated.
boxes and clothes and books
everywhere.
written letters
crumpled up.
it's raining
in my head
and outside,
where i never want to go again.
YOU ARE READING
pictures i paint in my head
Poetryfor my tears will dry one day. just not today. [this is a collection of poems, helping me to cope with my struggles]
