how do you breathe with intoxicated lungs?
do you beg them to inflate?
what do you do when you wish to drown?
do you let the madness take you away?
how do you love with a broken bone?
rip cracked into three.
how will anyone catch you, if none are let close?
hands clasped so hard they'd demolish humanity.
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Poems From My Past
Poesíawrote this in 2017. I was going through a lot at 17. While my writing has changed immensely,to the point I cringe at this, it is the kind of cringe where you're smiling. if you happen to read this, 17 year old me says thank you.
