who holds me
like she is fighting
for me
in her sleep
if you ever decide to age
love, invite me
I'll retire my bones
to make you tea,
and read you poetry
I know she's having a bad dream
when she grinds her teeth
she always finds my body
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Poetry
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.
