your love is pure like the earth we walk
the words we share
the messages we send
the world is changed with you
every step you make
every breath you take
every morning i wake to find myself
a little less broken
a little bit fixed
like every part of me that was once bad
has faded and peeled off
has stopped and flown away
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic 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
