To the women whose anxieties
and insecurities
never allowed them to experience love
You are a vast galaxy that could never be measured in kisses
Or intimate glances
YOU ARE READING
Dysphoria And Other Ritualistic Behaviours
PoetryMy mind is a storm water drain. Contained within is my current attempt to force my hand. I used to write every night, now I'm lucky if it's once every three months.
July 10th, 2017
To the women whose anxieties
and insecurities
never allowed them to experience love
You are a vast galaxy that could never be measured in kisses
Or intimate glances
