memories flutter back
as i've made my decision
the first love i declared
as the season turned from summer
the second i formed
on my tongue with tainted hands
my eager mind fosters all my feelings
the longing i feel when i'm with you
i smile at the things you say
despite the severity
my empty hands will continue on
for a chance to become closer
my feelings harbored as i await
bound together by a promise between pinkies
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poesíastatic 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
