I want to
Spill out everything
I have
Out onto paper
Through ink
And put myself
Back together
That way
As if writing
Was medicine
Sometimes I just
Can't tell
If it tears me apart
Even more
Or grows me
Back together
YOU ARE READING
you could call it poetry
Poetrypoetry I. just a small collection of poetry, thoughts, excerpts and playlists... they get better after a while ☆ please do not forget to vote if you like it ☆ please do not steal
