there's a tiny bit of light, peeking through the crack beneath my dark wooden door, casting shadows upon the walls and the floor
shadows of the girls that i will never be
the girls you lay next to, the ones you hold in your arms like a delicate rose,
the ones you kiss goodnight
the girls that i will never be
i reach out my hands
hoping that they'll find yours
but as i open my eyes, i see my hands; empty and cold
pretty girls.
you always liked pretty girls
skin smooth like caramel
lips soft like dandelions
you trace pictures on their backs of sunsets and sunrises
the ones you stay up to see, while i lay in the darkness of my loneliness
-kenzie
YOU ARE READING
numb.
Poetrythese are the words inside my head that i sometimes just need to get out. and hopefully you enjoy reading them
