the day i stop scrawling your name across my school diaries and notes is one i don't know i want to look forward to or not. you give me shots of ecstasy that make the four walls of my eyes go pink and they're more often than not blurred with traces of your smile carving its way into the sunken parts of my mind. your careless graffiti over my tongue leaves a cold burn scattered with the ashes of a heart that's long gone (or you could say stolen) there's nothing better than finding the letters of your name jumping around on my screen but i've always thought that things that leave must breathe, so please just stay a little longer?
YOU ARE READING
endlessly,
Poesíaa collection of poetry, or something along that, to the person who made having a lead role in a tragedy play not so bad
