it's 2 am in the morning.
the dark of my room comforts my sharp tears that slice down my cheeks.
i wish i could travel back to my youth,
back to the meadow and pluck a daisy from the tender grass.
it's roots all torn and stem all hallow
stripped of its innocence.
now filled with hatred and disgust.
- the girl who just wants to be a kid again
YOU ARE READING
the moon circles back to you.
Poetrythese are some random poems ive written about all my struggles and insecurities ive had to face with as a teenager. ☽ 𝚝𝚠:𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐☼
