i'm looking for you in everyone
i'm starting to search for your car in the morning rush
i'm craving your touch and your smell
but
you're not missing me
you're not even thinking of me
you're just writing when you feel horny
we're used to that
fucking around, not even cuddling after
just awkward silence and dressing up
YOU ARE READING
my demons are messing with me
Poetrypoetry about longing, heartbreaks and breakups, new love, mental illness etc. my own experiences and thoughts. all rights reserved.
