FIFTY-SEVEN
never too much for me
Perhaps, I was never too much
for the air to witness.
Your hands were only not big enough,
and your space was claustrophobic.
Something good that happened in your day?
𐎀 I can't say anything super grand has happened today. I've been up since 4 AM & at work since 6. Then, I'm not getting home from work until after 5, so bleh. I get to see my boyfriend after work, though, which always makes it better.
May
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. Here, I will speak the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. First poetry collection i...
