10:36
goodnight. don't hurt yourself
10:39
I'll be fine
10:40
I don't choose whether or not to be okay.
but I'm trying
no more words
no more forcing.
no more prying to talk
just quiet,
cal(a)m(ity)
YOU ARE READING
complacent
Poetryquieter achieved poems from the girl who thinks of stars and angels
