Leaning against a wall,
a bus station,
legs are too tired,
mind left to rest,
the phone vibrates,
but there is nothing,
a regular notification.
I didn't want to remember,
there were fights,
now it haunts me, in every place,
I have never wanted.
I don't get it,
why my mind tells me these,
maybe it's like a routine.
YOU ARE READING
Words in Blue
Poetry✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
