I'm so
scared
that one day you'll
wake up
and see past
my messy hair
and hasty make up
right down to the
poetry that lines my
bones,
the cuts and scars,
the broken eyes,
and the shattered, bloodstained glass.
You'll see
all the nights that I
spent
with my back against
too-cold
shower tiles
and my face pelted by
too-hot
water.
YOU ARE READING
Stardust
PoetryPoetry from a girl with a lot to say and even more to write. I update every Saturday at least, and occasionally throughout the week. This is my first story, so all feedback is appreciated. Hope you enjoy! -Dedicated to Jaelyn Richardson. Love ya b...
