six feet underground
i watched
your tears slip out from leaky faucets
through the velvet curtains
that curtained your fair figure
and i knew that you shoved all the blame
down your throat
into your papery lungs
suffocating in guilt
it would appear that
being dead
makes you think unreasonable
silly
idiotic things
because
my love
i forgive you
YOU ARE READING
Elizabeth ✓
Poetry(previously "what we used to be") In which a girl loved a boy so much she forgot to love herself. © 2017 stardustingstudio, all rights reserved (trigger warning) [book one in the "girls of the stars" series]
