You exhale smoke
I inhale pain
You emit happiness
I absorb sorrow
The tips of your lips curve upwards
But mine subconsciously make ties with gravity
We're different
Not similar at all
You can't love me,
Just like I can't love myself-
YOU ARE READING
Hopeless
Poetry"These scars will always be embedded in my skin, just like the pain has been printed onto my destiny."
