i'm not ready for the day when the sun goes out.
you are my light, that is not doubt.
I'm not ready for my socks to stretch.
my soul is agitated like an itch.
I'm not ready for the new voices and eyes and what people think of my thighs.
my waist and legs are tiny and it's not easy finding a good size.
I'm not ready to indulge in new worlds just yet or write the biggest of problems just to find some sort of solution.
my brain has been a variety of jumbles, I've had no time to have any conclusion.
I'm not ready for the leaves to touch the dying grass.
this whole month has been kicking my ass.
I'm not ready for all of these thoughts...
because I know in the end it will all be left to rot.
like the dying trees and leaves, like the strawberries and buzzing bees, like the squirrels and bunnies.
they're all going to be...
I'm not ready for this step into a new stage of life.
this season always was my favorite, but now I can barely suffice.
I'm not ready to lose you...
not yet- not now- not ever.
I'm not ready for change.
YOU ARE READING
infinity kiss
Poesiaan angel kisses me the way I kiss the devil.. and you are both ♡♡♡♡ I didn't want any of it to stop. I wanted to breathe you in entirely... ♡♡♡♡ another poetry book where it is not in theme and contains love stuff and maybe random stuff and it's kin...
