some parts of me told me to stay:
my brain, my hands, my chestthe other parts begged me to leave:
my heart, my eyes, my skin(why didn't i listen)
YOU ARE READING
delusion of you
Poetrythis is the poetry i write when it's 10 o'clock at night and there is too much on my mind
staying and leaving
some parts of me told me to stay:
my brain, my hands, my chestthe other parts begged me to leave:
my heart, my eyes, my skin(why didn't i listen)