she stopped writing poetry long ago
it was an escape, a distraction
a pretty way of breaking down the
not so pretty things she feels
but she has him
he's her new poetry and
maybe she no longer aches for
a way to romanticize everything she hates
she has him
—i don't write much anymore
YOU ARE READING
quarter to dawn {poetry}
Poetrya collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists
