FORTY-SIX
your staples are still left hereI have your pieces, too.
They're stapled to this heart of mine, left by you.
Each time, here and there, you left tad bits and pieces of yourself and I collected them all,
held them close and
savored them for awhile.Now, with so many staples,
pieces of fine tape, and glue seeping,
I'm a part of you
or more so, you're a part of me.
What is your favorite thing to do with your friends / significant other?
I love to have sleepovers with my best friend. We also love to drive around & visit different parks. We love skating, going to Taco Bell, & doing our makeup. With my boyfriend, we love watching movies, reading/writing together, playing question games, taking walks, & listening to music.May
YOU ARE READING
𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love...