a year
it's been a year since i started wearing that bracelet around my wrist.
a year since i've felt the warmth of your shoulder on my neck.
a year since playing with your fingers, tracing along the veins and scars gently.
a year since looking up at that beautiful face.
12.23.15
it's been a year
and i'm still fucked up over you
YOU ARE READING
ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
