Written 7/28/17
I will be the end
of wherever your lips lead you.
But if your lungs taste the ocean mist
and I'm not there
to see your hair curl
in the humidity,
just know that the
condensation on my heart
guides me back to you every time.
v.e.s.
YOU ARE READING
Cardboard Lungs
Poetry"Demons floating in my morning cereal." "Ink isn't the only thing bleeding tonight." A collection of my poetry. *I do not promote self harm or any other negative coping skills. My poetry is my outlet for preventing those actions in my own life, so I...
