i think
i loved you already,
that night where we were
just friends
and now
it's become a necessity
to memorize
the sculpture of your body,
to stain
my sleeves with your tears,
to capture
your being in words and frames.
YOU ARE READING
desolation
Poetrydes·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
