there is anger running through my veins, causing the most heated traffic jam of thoughts inside. the image of your face is locked up in the cells of this curled up skin that i hate, why can't you just fade away? this image is a real one, like how you can make my world spin (you're my world) or even quieten the war inside my head. (darling you'll be okay, they say) no, i'm not going to be. i miss the smell of your hair when i got to have your arms wrap around me, even if it only lasted a few hesitant moments. i'm sorry every unsent letter i've written to you sounds like an apology and never something i wish it could be. please stay, you're the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. don't leave me stuck in the well.
YOU ARE READING
endlessly,
Poetrya collection of poetry, or something along that, to the person who made having a lead role in a tragedy play not so bad
