November 3, 2016
9 PM Thoughts
I remember wanting his jersey,
And I remember how it looked like a dress on me.
I remember how he wanted me to keep it,
But I also remember that we lasted.
YOU ARE READING
Mindless
PoetryIn here lies pieces of Katherine's mind. What it felt like to love someone and what it felt to be left behind. She is a wanderer, one who writes poems about her adventures. This is her most prized possession, the Mindless days of her wandering hear...
