citrus
i never thought
about how
my teeth
would rot
when i tasted
the sweetness
wish
i wished
i was kind
i wished
to love you
but i couldn't
help the wish
that you could
be someone
else
selfless
fraying the thread
until its cut
and you dont get
what you did
and i never do either
student of the week
no blood on
your shoes
no hangnail
to peel
do you know
how you look?
i do
do you know
yourself?
i don't
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
