bored
every day
i change
but every year
feels the same
same candle
same smell
same stories
where is the
wax going?
so far
clumped eyelashes
from a sore heart
too afraid to
blow my nose
but when i look
at you,
i think
maybe it's time
that i dry my tears
because you
don't run on
anymore
i miss being crazy
sad but satisfied
electric blue ends
and tear stains
no need for burns
because i had it
in my heart
instead of
in my head
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
