11:09 pm, Saturday, 6th May
you've caused nothing but constant heartache since you found your way into my mind. I think you've created a getaway of some sort within my skull, and found it pleasing to whisper words that echo like forlorn calls, all day and all night.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
