I listen to music to drown out thoughts of you.
I turn it up so loud it hurts my ears.
But I'd rather hurt my ears than hurt thinking of you.
I close my eyes, and my heart beat matches the melodies.
I breathe in and out, I've escaped you...
For just a little while.
YOU ARE READING
Paper Planes
PoetryLetters to him disguised as paper planes. I always think of you. Sincerely, Yours. 《Poems about my first love》
