My love,
You are barbed wire fence
I can't get over
No matter how many times i try
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 31st, 2017
My love,
You are barbed wire fence
I can't get over
No matter how many times i try
