I was aging faster and faster
you seemed wanting to move backward in time
wanting to rebel against something
weather it was adulthood
or life
or me
I still don't know, and I don't think you do either
but I grew up and you stayed stuck in time
as if you were a black hole
and I was far enough away that our timelines weren't the same anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Lungs and Coffee Cups
Poetry"I believe we hold our feelings in our lungs, and at the bottom of empty coffee cups" The life and writings of j.l., a book of poetry containing absolute devastation and pure joy.
