breathe... just breathe.
my lungs crumple and inflate,
speeding up as you come close.
ive never been so grateful
for the fall,
but now,
as it plants a leaf
in my hair,
and your gentle fingers twine around
the hair i have hated,
and loved,
and present,
not a leaf,
but a flower.
my knees crumple and my heart inflates,
maybe this will really go somewhere.
YOU ARE READING
love letters i failed to send.
Şiira collection of poems, written in love and heartbreak while i lose and find myself over and over again. always missing you. ~ inspired by a series of love songs contains curse words and mature language (nothing inappropriate dw)
