it's all becoming real.
i made jokes at the start,
my coping mechanism you could say.
but right now all i can feel is pain.
i don't know why it's not happening to me.
but they are moving apart and it fucking stings. like a bee.
YOU ARE READING
when my lighter drops
Poetryhow i feel, how i felt, the way i write. small things i talk about in my mind
