I can't remember
the last time I mentioned your name
And now it feels weird
saying it
It's like venom
escaping my lips
Like a curse
a word I should not speak of.
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅
PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
