it's weird
to talk to someone who listens to me only
in my imaginations.
but
it's nice to think
you know.
YOU ARE READING
y o u
Poetryi've never breathed more, as i have around you, but breathing in the same air as you, was suffocating enough to make me want to stop. but, love, you can't just stop breathing like that, can you? [in which, she writes letters to him, letters tha...
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it's weird
to talk to someone who listens to me only
in my imaginations.
but
it's nice to think
you know.
