you mean too much to me.
i
tried
to
die
and i was in
key largo, florida,
having the time of my life.
yet
you
weren't
there
and that's how i learned
that you can't cut
yourself with a belt buckle.
fuck
it
i
love
you
too
much.
i need to let go
YOU ARE READING
visions
Poetrythe thoughts in my head, however disorganized [warning, it can get heavy.] -- poetry #43 random #86
