a deep greed prays to see you tomorrow
so in turn i could hold your hands to paint them black
some feathery seconds when our fingers interlocked
the comfort of a palm running atop my knee
releasing all my words as gifts to your ears
so i think
"maybe i can find myself in you"
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poesiestatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
