I fear that you’d become my oxygen and in the end I can’t breath.
08/29/2014
YOU ARE READING
To myself: rest in peace
PoetryThis is a toast to all the girls I've been and all the lives I've lived. The good, the bad, the inevitable. A collection of poems written by myself.
11:28AM thoughts about a boy (M.)
I fear that you’d become my oxygen and in the end I can’t breath.
08/29/2014
