the way that my name sounds at it passes through her teeth like honey through galaxies & the way her laugh rolls down hills and over the mountains slicing through the air like diamond or gold & the way she shakes her head & bites her lip & throws her head back to the heavens which i think is where she came from & her boyfriend jeans which leave space around her ankles just enough to fit my heart & her midnight memories all but made up & the way my heart's nausea erupts into my throat whenever i see her & the way she's carved into my brain & her voice & her smile & her her her her her her her
apparently you don't
a/n: do u ever get that feeling when u try and write a poem to forget about someone but u end up just vomiting ur heart up onto paper bc same.
YOU ARE READING
she looks like poetry but my thoughts are in prose
Poetrylooking at her is like falling in love over and over again. [my poems]
