Dazed Off

listen like a leech

Place your hand in my cheeks,

feel the stain my tears made

The roughness of every pore

and the color of every pimple

I'll let you touch my hair

and I'll even let you know

what the voices say

Though it doesn't listen to me

maybe it will, to you

So please, tell them

to stop misjudging your kindness

as a cinematic love language

A/N
thank you so much for reading my poems

i love y'all mwehehe

there's a storm here