Constricted breathing, can you hear me?
My feet froze, I have navy blue toes.
Damaged hearing, can you breathe deep?
Face flushed, red and hushed.
"Do you want to come to
t
h
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s
t
h
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n
g
Tomorrow?"
"No t
hanks."
I'll be ok a y.
Why do I keep letting myself hold me back
from what I love?
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
