(43)
The words echo. "I crave human
interaction." Time is almost at a standstill as my feet barely hold traction to the planet - as the soles of my shoes slide across the gravel floor
Air drains from my lungs and I feel warped
-You kissing her
(44)
On some nights I sit with a
Book in my hand
And a heater by my feet
The warm comfort
Of luxury tickles
Every inch of my skin
YOU ARE READING
The Party
PoetryThe party is a poetry book revolving around friendship, heartbreak, addiction and the slow breaking and redevelopment of the writer's mind.
