you make me feel like an airport with dimmed lighting.
you make me ask myself why i feel compelled to watch how busy and distracted people can be.
you make me ask myself just how many lives i've lived, or if i've been distracted myself.
how many cities i know like the back of my left hand? counting times i've wanted to get up and leave, surfing on one way tickets in a pool of money- of which i don't have.
but i was supposedly rich off of your love,
not being enough for my expensive taste.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
