why do i miss you so much?
no, it's not you that i miss, it's the memory of you, the memory of sneaking around on a hot summer day, the memory of kissing you for the first time, your flowing hair
that was months ago. you've got cut hair now. you sliced it all off, as if to symbolize the ending of whatever we had.
i miss you.
do you still love me?
YOU ARE READING
just some of my shitty poetry
Poetryreally guys the title says it all tw: self harm, death, mental health, blood mention
