back when I was young, sunburnt and bruised,
mom yelled at me," do you have to ask about everything?"
and after meeting you, the man that split me into two
I knew I had to know everything about you.
(but I really didn't).
you told me lie after lie and I was dumb enough to believe
and now I know, I do have to ask about everything.
because otherwise, I'd be dead.
+ wow I forgot I need to actually update for this whole wattpad thing to work
feelin kinda worthless gotta get my mind off stuff
YOU ARE READING
astronomy•poetry
Poesiathese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
