it's ironic
how my favorite color
turned against me,
how the idea of a conversation
with the one who makes me
feel safe is terrifying,
how i'm still lost
in the building i've spent
three years in,
and how the person i love
the most can also be
the person i hate the most.
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
