tomorrow I won't wear nail polish
because that's how I was
in my dreams of you
laying in bed, watching the ceiling
empty chip bags are collecting on my floor
I come home every day with
broken bones that heal to break again
too exhausted from being near you
to do anything but breathe
and listen to my sad playlists
I'm doing this to myself
I'm always scared
I'm scared to tell you
that I don't want to lose you
and now my chance is gone
depression is all of the lights on
just breathing and telling everyone
"maybe next week, sorry, I'm exhausted..."
so I can stay alone and think of you
and my no nail polish dreams
YOU ARE READING
Poésie
PuisiI have a lot of feelings so I write a lot of things. (This anthology contains all of my poems, so anything in any of my other poetry anthologies will also be here.)
