so maybe the next time
we meet
i will be someone else.
i will be different.
i will be better.
maybe next time
i will be a spark
and i will burn this
fucking
world to the ground.
YOU ARE READING
permanently unfinished.
Поэзияwe write our feelings on paper because we have no one to turn to when our vision is blurred by tears and our chests are crushed with sadness.
